Master {noun}

• One who has absolute control or dominion over another's actions.

Sex Slave {noun}

• A person who assumes the subordinate position and performs sexual acts for a master; one who obeys their dominant as a submissive within the dynamics of a sexual relationship.

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Playmates
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12 hours until 'The Harvest'

San stretched out over his silk sheets basking in the sunshine that filtered in through the large windows overlooking the bay. The summer on the island proved to be the most sweltering one yet and San could already feel a fine sheen of sweat gathering on his skin. On his back he was able to appraise the mural on the ceiling, a surreal rendition of The Creation of Adam, as he did every morning since his arrival here.

The massive room was illuminated in natural light revealing its state of disarray. Clothes were strewn over the floor and empty bottles of expensive liquor laid bone dry next to the California king bed. The sheer curtains waved in the tropical breeze that smelled of the sea and roused the naked boy who was sound asleep at his side.

Wooyoung turned his head making his dark hair spill out over the pillow beneath him. He'd fallen asleep on his stomach, an old habit of his, allowing San to look over his lean figure in the morning light. The older boy loved the way the muscles in his shoulders coiled as he shifted and the delicate dip of his spine that led down to his perfect ass. He'd eaten that ass out enough to know that it was just the right balance between soft and firm.

Much like the mural, God created Adam in his own divine image and San, in a way, created Wooyoung. They'd been together for years and San sculpted the younger boy into the perfect submissive. This fact pleased the master to no end.

San ran his hand down the younger boy's side barely grazing his skin. He did it for the sole reason to watch his reaction, how he shivered at the featherlight touch. For some reason San got the irresistible urge to hurt him whenever he looked as adorable as he did in that moment. So when he reached his ass cheek he couldn't help but squeeze it, digging his fingertips into the pert flesh there.

Wooyoung's let out a soft whimper as his eyes slowly opened. There was an undeniable boyish charm to the younger boy's looks that had attracted San to him instantly. It was somewhere in his naturally provocative expression, his easy dimpled smile or maybe even the gentle bump on the bridge of his nose. He nuzzled into the crook of San's neck inhaling the older boy's scent deeply, enjoying the whiff of dried sweat on his skin from the night before.

"Did you sleep well?" San asked as he continued to massage the dark haired boy's ass. Wooyoung nodded his head letting out a yawn and lifting his backside slightly so San could have better access to him. San smirked at how eagerly he wanted to be touched.

"We have a lot to do today to prepare for our guests darling," San said removing his hand from Wooyoung who pouted from the absence of its warmth. San swept his silvery blond hair from his eyes to survey the room and sighed heavily at the state of it. "Go wake up housekeeping and send them up here."

Wooyoung nodded and obediently slid out from under the blankets. He stood and stalked out of the room still stark naked. San appreciated the way the younger boy's ass had a slight bounce to it as he walked away. Once the door shut the covers shifted as someone crawled over him. A head of messy wheat colored hair appeared from under the covers.

He sat up on his knees letting the sheets slide down his back, arms stretching over his head as he yawned. The action gave San a view of his tiny waist and every contour of his rib age. The boy looked down at him with a flirty smile playing on his small mouth.

"Good morning, Master."

Yeosang had beautiful dark eyes under his low set brows and sharp lines defining his narrow face. His ears, which were adorned with multiple piercings, stuck out in the cutest way beneath his wavy hair. San ran a warm palm over his stomach and chest eliciting a pleased sigh from his other submissive.

"Good morning my sweet. How did you sleep?"

"I always sleep like the dead after our play dates..." Yeosang cooed as San's hand reached up to cup his face running his thumb over the smooth skin of his cheek.

"I want to make sure you're ready for tonight..." San stated as his thumb began to circle the wave of Yeosang's cupid's bow. Then he abruptly pushed his thumb into Yeosang's mouth who immediately began sucking on it.

"Mmm you look so fucking sexy right now how am I supposed to keep my hands off of you?" San groaned as Yeosang rubbed his tongue over San's slender digit, his eyes fluttering shut. Yeosang had only been with San a short period of time as his newest playmate but had proven to be a fast learner who easily adapted to San's ravenous sexual appetite.

"You're giving me ideas so early in the morning..." San growled as he closed the distance to replace his thumb with his tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue incessantly against his submissive's lips until Yeosang granted him access to his mouth. Once inside the submissive sucked on his master's tongue moving his head around it as if it was servicing a cock.

San looked at his beautiful features up close and drew back. "I can think of something better you can use that pretty mouth for..." He suggested running a finger over Yeosang's lower lip and bending it down until it revealed the bottom row of his white teeth.

Yeosang nodded his head in understanding and dipped back under the covers just as Wooyoung entered the room. Still gloriously naked he sauntered back onto the bed to lay at his master's side. San's maid entered not long after, an older woman who barely spoke English, bowing her head low at the threshold.

"Come in." San ordered just as the boy under the sheets took him in his wet mouth. The pale haired boy gritted his teeth and threaded his fingers into Yeosang's hair pushing his head down over his cock. "That's it just like that..." San grunted.

Wooyoung traced circles around the outline of San's tattoo that read Pulchritudo In Peccatum over his toned chest. "I'm looking forward to our little soirée tonight," San moaned as Yeosang swirled the head of cock eagerly in his mouth. "Is everything in order Yeo?"

Yeosang hummed around San as an answer causing pleasure to ripple through his hardened member. He looked over at the dark haired boy lying next to him who was worrying his lip watching him. San reached behind Wooyoung's head and pulled him into a open mouthed kiss just as Yeosang deep throated him. San could feel energy coursing through his veins as his cock steadily pumped in and out from between Yeosang's lips.

But it wasn't enough to satisfy his hunger.

"Don't make me cum, I still need to fuck Wooyoung," San said before sliding his finger, still wet from Yeosang's saliva, inside of the dark haired boy's asshole. Wooyoung gripped the sheets and gasped as San rapidly fingered him in preparation. He wasted no time in adding another one and felt Wooyoung begin to relax to allow him in.

The maid tossed the bottles into a black bag with a clink as she continued to clean around them, never sparing a glance in the threesome's direction. She'd signed the non disclosure agreement, as did all of San's staff, when she came to work for the mysterious billionaire.

"Ximena," San ordered turning his attention to the maid. The old woman looked up from her task and shuffled over to the side of the bed. From where she stood she was in full view of Wooyoung, who was now mewling and sweating, gradually becoming putty in San's hand.

Ximena was accustomed to the strange and frequent sexual activities of the young master and was no longer phased by the sight. She gave San a slight bow, keeping her eyes away from the younger boy, a curl of snowy white hair falling into her eyes. "Is the house ready for tonight?"

"Yes master San," She said in a heavily accented voice wiping her knobby hands over her apron. "House clean."

San cursed silently as the sheets rose and fell with Yeosang before he nodded his head. "Good Ximena, you're excused to keep cleaning."

She had never uttered a word about what happened behind the closed doors of his mansion and was paid well for her silence. She adjusted her glasses and walked away to continue where she'd left off.

San moaned against Wooyoung's lips feeling close. "Yeosang," He warned as the boy beneath the covers who paid no mind to his master's stern voice. The boy was turned on by the idea of being punished so instead of stopping he sped up his pace determined to make San cum into his willing mouth.

San was now panting furiously as he threw off the sheets. He locked eyes with Yeosang's who stared back at him seductively, giving the dominant a view of his cock sliding back in between his lips. He looked tempting laying there with his back bowed and propping his ass high in the air as if begging to be fucked. He massaged San's balls with his free hand as he ran his tongue again and again over San's most sensitive spot. San nearly lost control right then and there ready to fill him with his load, exactly as he wanted, except it wasn't Yeosang's decision.

"It's Wooyoung's turn baby..."

Although his words were dripping with tenderness he gripped Yeosang's hair roughly by the roots and pulled him off his cock with a wet pop. The brunet fell over to the side as San tugged Wooyoung's slender thigh over him which forced him into a straddling position across his hips. The dominant had barely removed his fingers before plunging himself deep into the dark haired boy's ass.

Wooyoung arched his back as the feeling hit him letting a pleasured cry escape his lips. San's mouth fell open as his cock was enveloped and he didn't waste a moment before thrusting his hips up against the other boy's thighs. San held him there as he whimpered their skin clapping against one another's.

"Yeosang," San growled motioning for his unruly playmate who watched on from where he fell. He climbed over the bed and splayed over San's chest looping an arm under his master's head who aggressively claimed his mouth.

"You disobeyed me on purpose," San said in between kisses and probing the boy's mouth with his tongue. He then nipped Yeosang's lip once hard enough to draw blood and startle him. "You want to be punished that badly, my sweet?"

Wooyoung continued to ride San's cock as he watched the intimate exchange between the boys. He began rapidly stroking his own erection because the sight of them kissing was turning him on.

San never let go of Yeosang's chin as he roughly kissed him, mashing their lips together so painfully that Yeosang felt tears spring to his eyes. But even despite that he still grew incredibly stiff knowing Wooyoung was watching close behind.

He ached to stroke himself and relieve his growing arousal but knew that the punishment he'd receive would be severe if he even dared. The idea was thrilling to him as much as it was frightening. He yearned for the punishment that was in store for him already.

San always had that affect on him. No matter how brutal he treated Yeosang, or even Wooyoung at times, he couldn't ever find it in his heart to leave. He was far too gone. Far too addicted to San and the insane way he made him feel.

San finally came arching up to meet Wooyoung and filling him up with his scorching hot cum. Wooyoung screamed and threw his sweaty hair back spilling his cum all over San's tattoo. He sat astride San quivering uncontrollably and moaning as his orgasm came in delicious waves. Yeosang was released from San's vice grip and was ordered to clean up the younger boy's cum from his master's chest.

"That's good baby..." San sighed as he put his arms behind his head savoring the feeling of his submissive's tongue lapping at his skin. "After you're done make sure you clean up Woo too." He said with an air of authority.

Wooyoung whimpered as he slumped over, far too weak to hold himself up anymore. He laid on his side red faced and trembling all over, semen coating his thighs. San on the other hand felt fulfilled and a new strength settled into his skin, warming his muscles and coursing hotly through his veins.

San gazed back up at that mural, eyes now nearly amber in color, studying the images that became more defined like a camera lense sharping into focus. Yeosang moved over his chest and began to clean up Wooyoung who whined as his tongue sent tingles up his spine in the afterglow of his climax. San's lips turned up wickedly at the edges at the sounds the two of them made over him.

Oh yes, I can't wait for tonight.

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