Who: Aran & Carrick What: Greeks bearing gifts When: Thursday night Where: Carrick's house Rating: Likely to be high
It was an hour after sunset. Carrick moved noiselessly along the corridor towards Aran's bedroom. He was dressed for business in a dark suit and indigo tie. He had several business meetings and conference calls scheduled in the first hours of the night, and had given permission for his new slave to rest in his room for a few hours. Carrick would not be requiring his services until after midnight at the earliest.
Carrick was pleased with his new slave. Aran was proving tractable, sweet-natured and utterly devoted. He seemed to anticipate the vampire's desires and mould himself to them - a rare and valuable trait in a pleasure slave. It was past time the boy was collared, Carrick had idly thought to himself a few nights ago. He picked out a design he thought would be perfect - a slim, brushed steel circlet inlaid with dark blue tooled leather. While in the shop, his eye had strayed to a nearby cabinet featuring a range of matching accessories and other goods, along with a beautifully polished wooden box. He'd bought them all. The boy deserved a gift.
The box was now tucked under his arm. Entering his slave's bedroom, he gently set the box down on the dressing table, setting a lit candle atop it. Aran would see it when he woke.
The box was hinged, opening upwards and outwards like a jewellry box. The gifts lay in two layers beneath. In the centre, nestling on a bed of dark blue suede, was the collar itself. It was flanked by matching wrist and ankle restraints, each fitted with a brushed steel D ring to allow chain or rope to be run through them. There were two cockrings, one purely decorative and one fitted with a leather strap to be fastened tight enough to prevent a slave's climax. A pair of nipple clamps gleamed next to them, along with two plugs, one slim enough to allow it to be worn throughout the day, and another heavier and wider. It would stretch the boy out and prepare him to take more than one cock at once, should Carrick choose to share Aran with his lover one night.
Underneath, a second layer held tools of discipline and pleasurable pain. There was a blue leather paddle drilled with holes to decrease air resistance and sharpen the sting, a coiled leather strap, and a small handheld whip with leather thongs. Last was a buckled leather belt sized to fit Aran's thigh, fitted with loop for the handle of whichever tool Carrick intended to use. When wearing it, the slave would be forced to carry the instrument of his discipline with him, feel it lying against his bare thigh, on display who whoever saw him. It would always be at hand to redden that lovely pale skin and elicit those sweet gasps of pained hunger.
Noiselessly, Carrick left the room and made his way to his study. It was almost a shame he had so much work to do tonight. Watching Aran uncover his gifts would have been enjoyable.