The All-Judging Butterfly (poisontaster) wrote in whatwekeep, @ 2008-12-12 14:46:00 |
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“Gentlemen, what a pleasant surprise” Josh said warmly, striding into the conference room. Each of the men nodded in turn. Connor caught only the briefest glimpse of each of them as he placed the files before Josh’s place and sank dutifully to his knees. The floor was hard beneath his kneecaps, and although the bruises he had acquired during his training were gone, so too was the ease he ha acquiredd - the pose felt familiar enough, but distinctly uncomfortable from lack of practice. Nearly a month ago, before he had been purchased, he had had the ability to kneel for hours at a time without twitching. Now he was uncertain if his knees would manage even an hour and a half. He hadn’t thought it would be a skillset he would miss. He hoped the meeting wouldn’t last long enough to test his endurance.
Careful not to let his eyes rise above the appropriate level, he glanced around him. Through the glass tabletop, he could see a distorted image of Josh’s business associates. Both were blonde, and reasonably attractive men, but based on the vague descriptions Josh had given him, he assumed that the one to his left, with the longer hair, the more expensive-looking suit, and the smile that remniscent of a crocodile was Lord Holloway. There was a blonde body slave kneeling beside his chair, head bowed in total deference, arms clasped so tightly behind his back that his spine bowed. Holloway’s hand toyed with the boy’s hair while the boy chewed on his lip. Connor wasn’t sure why at first until he caught the slave’s eye up for a split second and even from across the room, saw the hatred burning in the boy’s eyes.
Uncomfortable, he glanced in the other direction, toward the man he assumed was Mr. Eckhart. His posture was more professional than that of Lord Holloway, who was nearly sprawled in his chair. Instead, Mr. Eckhart sat easily, one leg crossed casually over the other. On either side of him knelt a young brunette man, their poses graceful and at ease in comparison to Lord Holloway’s body slave. Connor was struck by how insanely similar the two slaves looked, and wondered if they were related. That would make Eckhart more depraved than Connor would have initially given him credit for.
The chair he was kneeling next to moved away from the table a little and Josh sat down.
“So what brings you gentlemen here today?”
“Well, you might call it personal curiosity.” Lord Holloway answered, taking a sip out of a hip flask he had pulled from the inner pocket of his suit coat. Josh raised his eyebrows.
“And what exactly might be the cause of that curiosity?”
“Well, we heard a rumor that you had made a purchase which, given your…past position was a little surprising” Eckhart put in.
Back to Holloway.
“A body slave, to be precise. I have to admit that I wasn’t expecting the rumor to be true.
“Well as you can see, it is true.” Josh nodded in Connor’s direction. “There he is, gentlemen.”
“He’s young.” Eckhart observed.
“And pretty.” Holloway noted. “You are planning on being hospitable, aren’t you, Jackson?”
Josh laugh was chilling.
“I’m afraid I have no intention of being too polite. You’ll have to forgive me, Gentlemen, but I’ve never been fond of other people touching my things.”
Lord Holloway’s eyes narrowed, and from the way his body slave winced, Connor assumed he’s just tightened his grip on the boy’s hair. Eckhart was the one who spoke though, his voice deceptively calm.
“We wouldn’t dream of asking you to share such a new possession. I’m sure you haven’t even fully explored him yourself.” Josh’s face remained stoic as he ignored the pointed comment. “Why ask to sample him when we have our own body slaves to attend to our needs? But asking for a demonstration, now that’s a different matter. That’s just a matter of common courtesy. And I would hate for our business relationship to become…strained over such a trivial matter. God forbid that should happen, the media would have entirely too much fun inventing an explanation. They might not draw the most flattering of conclusions.”
Josh laughed uproariously. “Good Lord, Aaron.” He hi his hand lightly on the table. “You didn’t think I meant I wouldn’t let you get a sense of him at all, did you? I’m merely being forthcoming about my jealous nature, and about the fact that the middle of the work day in my boardroom might not be the most appropriate setting for such…diversions.”
“I beg to differ.” Lord Holloway’s tone was slick like oil. “I’m quite fond of this table. I’m sure Chace would just love to be fucked against it, wouldn’t you, Chace?” He yanked his slave’s head up to answer. Connor saw the boy suppress a wince.
“I would, My Lord.” The tone was true, but Chace’s eyes told a different story.
Holloway released his grip, and Chace lowered his head again, feeble hatred flickering across his eyes again.
That could have been me, Connor realized with a jolt, all the more grateful suddenly that it had been Josh who purchased him. Although it was confusing, having an owner who was non-conformist was nowhere near as troubling as he had first perceived it to be.
“Very well, then.” Josh nodded, then directed his gaze to Connor, snapping his fingers. “Up, Boy.”
Knowing Josh meant him despite the unfamiliar tone and form of address, Connor rose gracefully and stood awaiting instructions.
“On my lap” Josh said, sounding impatient. He hurried to comply, wedging his knees into the cramped space so that he could straddle Josh’s lap in the office chair. He felt Josh put a hand on his hip to steady him though he figured that from an onlooker’s perspective, the placement of Josh’s hand would make it look like a possessive gesture. Connor slid his hands down to Josh’s shoulders, leaning in so that he could hear Josh’s whispered instructions.
“I wish there were something else I could do. There’s nothing o do now but fake it, so follow my lead. Reach down as though you’re going to bring me off with your hand.” The whisper of breath over his ear felt incredible despite the situation, so he used it, writhing a little. His effort paid off, because he heard Lord Holloway chuckle a little in response. Josh continued to whisper in his ear.
“I’m going to feign a response, and hope that they get too wrapped up in their own activities to notice we’re only pretending.”
“Sir” he breathed, rolling his hips and using it to give him an excuse to nod his head slowly.
“Eager little bitch, isn’t he?” Lord Holloway observed with a feral grin.
“Quite” Eckhart agreed, signaling his own body slaves to arise. “James” he murmured, directing the older one, who moved to stand behind him and begin running his hands seductively down Eckhart’s torso. “Gregory, you stay right there.” He said to the younger slave who was kneeling between his feet.
“Not a bad idea.” Holloway observed as he yanked his own body slave to kneel between his thighs. There was the sound of a zipper being undone, and when Connor rolled his head back slowly, as though out of passion, he saw Chase’s head buried in Holloway’s lap, Holloway’s hand still fisted in the blonde hair and his eyes fixed on Connor.
Attempting to put the other people in the room from his mind, Connor reached down and carefully unzipped Josh’s pants. Josh wrapped his palm around Connor’s hand in midair, setting a realistic rhythm for him to move in time to. After a moment, Josh’s eyes fell half closed and he leaned his head back against the chair, his breathing growing more labored. Connor marveled at how believable it looked, considering that he wasn’t actually touching any sensitive areas of Josh’s anatomy. Josh made it sound real too, occasionally letting out a moan or some other sound of pleasure that Connor was finding altogether too effective.
Connor also noticed that over he course of the last few minutes, Josh had slowly been turning the chair 180 degrees, better concealing them from he eyes of this observers, who by this time were, as had been predicted, wholly involved in their own experiences, only looking up occasionally to watch the show Connor and Josh were putting on. In fact, they were so completely turned around now that Connor could clearly see Lord Holloway make good on his earlier comment as he bent Chase across the glass top table. Connor vehemently hoped that Chase had been allowed to prepare himself earlier, because Lord Holloway wasted no time for such extravagances, merely spreading the boy’s ass cheeks and thrusting into him violently. But Chace let out a strangled cry, and Connor could see a teardrop roll across his nose and fall onto the glass. He was so horrified by what he was seeing that it took a second for Josh’s whispered warning that he was going to he was going to “Come”.
They needn’t have worried about being found out to be faking, as neither Eckhart or Holloway did more than glance over at them when Josh gave a quiet cry and slumped against the chair. A moment later, Eckhart released himself into his Body’s Slave’s mouth, and was followed a few violent thrusts later by Lord Holloway.
Grinning a thoroughly satisfied grin, Eckhart stood, zipping his trousers and motioning for his body slaves to stand as well. Holloway’s expression on the other hand was one of complete triumph as he looked over at Josh, still deep within his shuddering body slave.
“Always a pleasure, Mr. Jackson.” Eckhart commented while Holloway put himself back together.
“Yes.” The other man agreed. “Literally.”
“I’d say that I trust you gentlemen enjoyed yourselves” Josh said flippantly, “But I can see for myself that you have. I’ll see you in January?”
“Yes, of course.” Eckhart said, already opening the door.
“We’re looking forward to it.” Lord Holloway said with a smirk, crossing to the chair where Connor still knelt on Josh’s lap and leaving Chace to hurry after him in obvious discomfort. “It was truly a pleasure to meet you.” He directed his attention to Connor, then without asking permission, bent down and pressed his lips to Connor’s in a brutal parody of a kiss that involved more teeth than it did tongue. Nonetheless, the taste of Holloway’s mouth was revolting, and it was all Connor could do not to gag or tear himself away. He felt Josh’s thighs tensed under his own for a second, and then it was over, and Lord Holloway was sweeping out the door imperiously.
The minute they were gone, Connor wanted to slump into Josh’s arms, fold himself into the comfort of the stronger man’s body and push the memory of them from his mind. Instead, Josh half pushed, half lifted him off his lap and set him into another chair. He ran a hand through his short hair, looking thoroughly frustrated.
“I’m sorry, Connor. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m…it’s okay.” He tried to say, but Josh cut him off quickly.
“No, no it’s not. I should have been prepared for something to happen, should have thought of a better way out of it. I told you you could trust me, and then... I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to be around me right now, and I don’t blame you, so I’m going to go have Mary call Mitch and ask him to bring the car around and take you Summer’s place. You can stay there for awhile, get some time and space.” He pulled the door open and stepped through into the outer office before Connor had a chance to tell him that he was fine, he didn’t need time or space, or anything except perhaps a little bit of comfort from Josh.
When Mary poked her head through the door a few minutes later, it was tell him that Mitch would be there shortly, and that Josh had already left the and hadn’t said where he was going.