Summary: Hunter watches the other Masters during the show.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse
Hunter honestly didn't see any point to events like this. Okay, that was a lie. He understood perfectly and would have been excited to show off his skill, had he been prepared. But he didn't feel prepared, he didn't feel ready. Hunter felt like he was going to completely embarrass himself, or rather, Nick would. The boy was a virgin and completely untrained when he'd received him and two days was barely enough time to convince a slave that they were in fact, a slave now. But Nick had been cooperative for the most part, so it had helped. He was afraid that it wouldn't be enough though. Not after he watched Blaine and Kitten.
Hunter had always thought Blaine wasn't that great of a Master, that he was too soft and lenient on his claim. But recent punishment and the routine they presented had his mind turning over the idea that maybe he'd been wrong. Of course he'd never admit to even thinking that he'd been wrong to the other Master. He waited impatiently for his turn, hating that his father was about to see his work, but certainly not his best. Now was not the time for shortcomings.
Hunter walked away from the performance with a lot more confidence than before and he was fairly sure that even if a few of the poses had been off, the pleasure part was definitely going to more than make up for it. He sort of wished he'd been able to explain to the judges the special circumstances he'd had to work with, but he knew he never would have. Even if it had been allowed, he would never swallow his pride enough to ask for special consideration. Nevermind that the playing field wasn't level because he didn't need it to be. He was Hunter fucking Clarington and even with a disadvantage, he could still best anyone.
He watched from the crowd as Andrew took his turn in front of their father. Honestly, it was painful to watch. Not only because he knew from the way Andrew caught his eye that he was more than pissed about Sebastian helping out, but because he had to watch Andrew perform with Joe. Fucking Joe. At least Andrew had seen enough of the light to punish him and take away his precious dreads. And okay, watching Andrew smack him with the crop was definitely a bonus. But not the pleasure portion. The jealous part of Hunter literally would not let him watch that and he actually had to avert his eyes to keep his mouth shut and his feet where they were.
Honestly, Hunter didn't care much about the rest of the performances. He did tune in for a few minutes when Chuck took his turn, but that was mostly just to delight in how carefully the man still moved. He took a little smug satisfaction in knowing that days later, the other Master was still so sore. But for the most part, and especially the parts when there was anything female in front of the judges, Hunter's eyes were on Andrew.
His brother sort of refused to turn and look back at him, but Hunter knew his gaze was heavy and the weight not unnoticed. Andrew was pissed at him, for any number of things, probably, but specifically, he knew because he'd had Nick blow Sebastian alongside him for the event. Well, it wasn't like he could have asked him to help, as much as he would have much preferred it. Keeping up appearances was hard enough as it was and letting their cocks rub together in a slave's mouth in a publicly held competition was definitely not a move in the right direction.
After everyone had performed, Caretaker announced the judging at an end and they were all dismissed. Hunter started forward to grab Andrew and try to make him talk, but his brother slipped away quickly with Joe in tow. Fucking Joe. He felt the strongest urge to give the crawling slave a few dozen kicks, but he resisted. He'd promised Andrew he'd not touch his slave without permission and he knew that he wouldn't get the green-light to kick the shit out of Joe because he felt like it. Shame. He'd just have to rent the boy for himself.
Nick brushed his face against Hunter's leg and he looked down at him, suddenly remembering he had better things to do than stand around and stomp Joe into the ground anyway. He had a virgin to ruin. Then again, he'd said Nick's performance would determine how that went down, and the boy had surely given a good show. Granted, there had been mistakes that Hunter fully intended on addressing as well. He tugged on the leash clipped to Nick's collar."Come." He began to walk, making his way through the crowd, thankful that at least it was over.
Father. Thank you for acknowledging the work I did with the slave for the show. While it did not go as expected, I am glad something came of the slave's misbehavior. I'd like to request my voucher to Kimelea.
Very well Master Johannson. See that you work with the slave more before your rental is up. You may redeem it at any time providing you give me twenty four hour notice and inform me of which slave or Master will be accompanying you.
Good afternoon, Caretaker. I'd like to offer you my sincerest gratitude for naming me and my slave the winners of a category in the event. I worked very hard and only hope I continue to please you. I'd like to stop by some time today to collect my vouchers for Sister Island.
We shall see if you do Master Clarington. You may redeem it at any time providing you give me twenty four hour notice and inform me of which slave or Master will be accompanying you.
Thank you for the recognition, sir - the spa voucher will be much appreciated.
Very well Master Anderson. You may redeem it at any time providing you give me twenty four hour notice and inform me of which slave or Master will be accompanying you.
Dear Sir, I'd first like to thank you for recognizing the work I put into the slave for our performance and would also like to put in a request for my voucher to Sister Island. Thank you.
Very well Mistress Motta. You may redeem it at any time providing you give me twenty four hour notice and inform me of which slave or Master will be accompanying you.
I have spent the day conferring with Madame Rebecca Thornton, our Head of Medicine, I have for you the list of winners in each category.
Obedience - Master Chuck Roman, for his slave's willingness to follow abnormal orders without hesitation
Posture - Master Blaine Anderson, for his slave's flexibility and grace as shown by additional yoga poses.
Best Looking - Mistress Motta, for her slave's overall look and appearance as well as emphasis on inviting body parts.
Pleasure - Master Hunter Clarington, for his slave's willingness to service two Masters at once, to a point of almost eagerness.
Misbehavior - Master Andrew Johannson, for quick correction when his slave failed to properly fall into the correct position.
The winner for Best In Show was hard won and very nearly came down to a tie. Therefore, I am awarding Best In Show to Mistress Lopez for a perfect performance as well as a firm hand with her slave. Mistress Motta showed admirable control but did not show complete control over her slave as shown when the slave hesitated after an order was given. Master Anderson showed admirable creativity however showed lack of control on his part during the final exercise.
All winners may stop by my office at any point within the next 24 hours to pick up their vouchers. I hope everyone learns from each of these Masters and does their best to improve their own methods.
What: Harmony does stuff in preparation for the fifth event and thinks a lot, y'know, the usual.
Warnings: Vomiting?, mention of abuse, well--whipping, sadness. Grammatical and syntactical errors
Being kicked awake had always been Harmony's dream. She wanted to feel the heavy, workman boot in her side as she cradled her body in her sleep on cold, cement floor after a grueling night of questioning her existence. These were all aspirations. The location, the social atmosphere, and the mental status. The hungry eyes that took in her dirty, beaten form as she dragged her body into a weak stance, and the wincing from straining the scars on her back from her pleasant experience with a whip--goals, achieved.
As Harmony was escorted out, her demeanor worsened even further. Having been stripped of her clothes upon arrival to her wonderful stay in solitary confinement, had given Harmony just enough indignant rage to last her through the cold, emotionally wrought nights. Albeit, there had only been two, she wasn't particularly accustomed to this treatment, so it everything was intensified. Her hatred, betrayal, resolve to fuck Rose over at the first instance she got, and the strength to ignore the stinging pain of the marks on her back. After the events that had transpired over the past night, being caught in a dark, cramped cell should have sent her spiraling back into her chronic depression, but anger had been her savior; once again.
Harmony scowled at the beastly guard as he threw her clothes at her on their way out. She quickly slid them on, gritting her teeth to stave off any outward reactions from the awkward movements, and soon they were traipsing up the steps, around corridors, down halls and up another flight of stairs to arrive in front of her... home door. The guard knocked, then took his leave but not before attempting to play grabby hands with Harmony. After fighting him off and away, Harmony found herself staring down a drunken Rose back-lit with the beautiful evening sunset. All of the familiar surroundings, and lovely views took backseat to the rage circulating through Harmony's system. How this woman could promise her all of those things... insist that her feelings and that everything was real, then do this to her--all from a mistake she'd made after finding herself tossing back bottles of alcohol as if they were going out of style. The love and trust that had once been there seemed so foreign a concept that Harmony found herself questioning her sanity. Had Roses' kindness and generosity all been a guise? Had she been duped? Had she been more naive than she'd thought?
All questions went unanswered as she was commanded to continue their "training." They spent the next several hours repeatedly working on things that Harmony purposefully botched, and eventually turned in for the night. Rose, after passing out somewhere, Harmony in her room--the door locked of course.
The next morning found the two women angrily butting heads before the event. The delightful whip that had scarred her delicate alabaster skin present at Roses' hip. The event went as was expected, without as much resistance as was initially planned from Roses' decision to use the whip mercilessly. It ended with Harmony near tears and sick to her stomach.
As she rushed into their restroom, 10 minutes after their "show," Harmony emptied the meager contents of her stomach and finally allowed her tears to fall. How had something so beautiful turned into this? Harmony laid on her side on the tile, bare, and wrapped her arms gingerly around her waist as she let the tears fall. She hated that despite all of her resentment and anger, some part of her still felt affectionate towards Rose. Forgiving. She wanted to cut that part of her out and ruthlessly cut it into pieces and flush it away to never be seen again. Her tears intensified at the futility of her efforts--of her everything. Who was she kidding? This was hurting Rose about as much as a shot of novacane would help a rhinoceros in pain. Rose didn't really care after all. Her blank expression and need for drink over actually talking to Harmony was evidence enough. She hadn't even cared when Harmony had indicated that she felt sick.
The only thing left was to be returned. After what happened to Sam, Harmony hoped that she'd be able to help the others, but if she couldn't help her own situation, how would she be able to help anyone else? She fell asleep with a migraine from hell pounding her temples and that question on her mind's tongue.
Tagged: Master Andrew Johansson and slave Joe Hart
Time: May 29.2013
Location: Slave Show competition
Warnings: Humiliation, blowjob
Joe crawled at Andrew's feet starring at the ground. He was completely naked save a collar and the bruises from his time with Hunter could be seen and Andrew had made his own. His hair was combed in some sort of order. It was shorter so it wasn't so hard. He looked around at the other slaves around them his eyes lingering on Dave before they dropped back down to the ground. He was nervous to say the least they had practiced non stop besides the other night but he made up for it. He was nervous about performing in front of the caretaker.
Andrew held Joe's leash tightly, looking coolly around at the other Masters and their slaves. He'd worked hard with Joe to be sure they had a good chance, and he knew his Father would be far more critical of he and his brother. As if summoned by thought alone, the blonde man caught sight of his brother and nodded, his eyes saying what he knew his mouth couldn't. "Come slave, let's get our place." he said, leading them to a spot with a good view of the goings-on.
Joe followed Andrew closely. He imagined Andrew was under a lot of pressure to please his father. He wanted to make sure he looked good in front of him despite their rough week. He looked over at Hunter and Nick looking a little worried for his friend. He stumbled a little forward but nodded. "Yes, Master" He told him softly and followed him to their spot. He could see everyone from there. "Do happen to know how many are before us,Sir?" He asked out of curiosity.
Andrew pursed his lips, thinking back to the list he'd looked at earlier in the day. "Two or three. In any case, they will call my name when it is our turn." he replied, voice calm and cool. Outside he was a picture of indifferent confidence. Inside, his mind was racing. He knew his Father would be watching closely, and he was very aware that this event, in a way, was a test. If he screwed up, it would not bode well for him. "You will be in position three or position five until it is our turn. You will ask before changing positions, is that understood?"
Joe glanced up at him and chewed on his bottom lip. He nodded. "Of course, Thank you,Sir" He could feel his heart racing and the tension thought they had practiced endlessly. "Very well, Sir" He said simply. He sat on his feet and sat in position. "That is understood, Master" He nodded starring up at him and spoke. "We'll be alright,Sir" He told him softly
Andrew glanced down, surprised at the slave's reassurance. "Obviously, I know that." he replied dryly, rolling his eyes. He would never say so, but the words did offer him a sliver of comfort. "Just remember to have you're palms up in position three Having you forget that again would be an utter embarrassment."
Joe gave him a small smile, glad to boost the older man's confidence even a little bit. He looked down at his own position as Andrew indicated to it. He noticed his hands. "Oh um right. Sorry,Sir" He winced move his hands as he had directed. "Better?" He asked him.
Andrew glanced down and nodded. "Better." he affirmed. Tugging the leash, he fell into line with the other pairs and walked around the ring as instructed. The others seemed calm, but he knew it could very easily be a face they put on. His eyes fell again to Hunter and his slave for a moment before paying attention to the Master and slave currently performing. Next thing he knew his name was being called. "Let's go."
Joe nodded at Andrew's approval and walked around keeping to Andrew's side. He looked at the others. They seemed to have trained them well. His widened when it Andrews name was called and walked to the center. He kept his eyes to the ground.
Joe 's nerve began to spike under the pressure but he remained calm on the outside. He looked up at Andrew tentatively. He waited his next order ignoring the crowd around them.
Andrew led the way into the smaller ring and looked to the table for instruction. At the nod from his father, he began. "Position one, slave." he ordered, voice firm and cool. He would brook no argument.
Joe nodded at Andrew. "Yes,Sir" He told him enunciating so that he was heard. He stood up keeping his gaze solely on his Master and placed his hands behind his head staying in that position. He tried not to think of the many eyes watching him even more so seeing who he was being handled by.
Andrew watched calmly as the Caretaker and doctor approached to inspect his slave. With his own rules about cleanliness he wasn't too worried, and of course he hadn't tried to cover any of the bruises left by he or his brother so there was no cause for worry about that, either. He watched as his father's hands ran expertly over Joe's body, admiring his almost clinical precision in the way he handled the slave. Next was the head of the medical staff, who's inspection was more detached than his father's. Once she had returned to the table, his father called out for position two, and his eyes slid to his slave.
Joe heard the footsteps of the caretaker come closer to him keeping his face calm refraining the urge to wince or shy away when he brushed his fingers over a welt or bruise. He kept his eyes to the ground not daring to look at either with out their permission. He was maybe more afraid of the Caretaker then he was Hunter because where else would the man had gotten his attitude from. The Medical examiner didn't worry him too much. He heard the command from the Caretaker and without question he fell to his knees in a fluid motion into position two as they had practiced and he had mastered this position by now he could give Hunter a little credit there. .
Andrew smirked slightly at the fluidity of his slave's movement. Position two was probably Joe's best, and it showed off his slender physique very nicely. He hoped that Joe would be this fluid with the rest of his positions. He certainly wasn't too worried about the pleasure portion. Deciding the take over ordering about his slave, he picked up a switch from the table and tapped Joe sharply on the ass with it. "Position three." he ordered.
Joe stayed in his current position for a good few moments. He was determined to do a good job for his Master. He needed to he felt as it would judge wither he was good enough to be claimed that was his ultimate goal here after all. He heard the next command a sank lower keep his hands behind his neck. He eyed the switch in his Master's hand
Andrew frowned and lashed the switch firmly twice against Joe's back. "Position three, slave. Hands down." he snapped. What an embarrassment, to have his slave forget such a simple thing that would cost them a noticeable point deduction. They had just spoken about it, and of course Joe had forgotten it. "Fix it, slave Now."
Joe winced at his mix up and the hits to his back and quickly adjusted his hands down palms up. "I apologize,Sir" He told him under his breathe and stared down at the ground.
Joe stole glance up at Andrew before staring ahead waiting for him to affirm he was doing it right.
Andrew nodded, satisfied with the apology and the modified position. "Better, now into position four. Do not screw it up." he ordered. The or else went without saying. If the slave messed up another pose, there would be hell to pay later.
Joe relieved at the acceptance of the apology and quickly kneeled bowing his face to the ground and his arm bent out. He hoped it was right his eyes closed/ He was afraid of the tone in Master Andrew's voice which motivated him to not mess up again.
Andrew dragged the tip of the switch up the line of Joe's spine, admiring the smooth curve of his ass in this position. Perhaps they'd use it for a bit of fun later, if Joe did well for the rest of the show. "Final position, number five." he said, voice smooth and relaxed. Though he still felt the pressure, to everyone else he was the picture of cool indifference, even when Joe had made a mistake. It would not do to show weakness in front of anyone, especially the other Masters.
Joe stayed perfectly still not even a shiver as the switch brushed against his back keeping himself calm.He heard the command rising up to his hands and knees in a dog like pose. He did feel the humiliation of the position and didn't try to hide his discomfort that would probably add points, right? He wasn't sure.
Andrew let a very slight smile ghost over his features at the near-perfect pose Joe performed. He wasn't sure if the slave's discomfort would add or subtract points, but he forced himself not to be too concerned with it. At a bored nod from the head of medical staff, he undid the zip on his trousers and tapped Joe on the back. "Knees, slave. Just as we practiced."
Joe waited for the look of approval on Andrews face then and heard the zip of the older males pants. He spread his knees in the position he had remembered from last night making himself inviting towards Andrew and what he knew was coming. He ignored the uneasy feeling that everyone was watching him in favor of pleasing the blonde.
Andrew made a split decision and reached out, grasping what was left of Joe's hair and pulled, yanking him up and leaving him balanced on just his knees. Just seeing his slave in such a vulnerable position had him going from semi to fully hard. He wasn't much of an exhibitionist, but he sure as hell knew how to put on a show. "Suck." He ordered, a dark look in his eyes. In the position he had him in, Andrew knew Joe would really have to work his muscles to blow him.
Joe closed his eyes as Andrew's finger's tangled in the remaining hair and was pulled back onto his knees balance on them alone. He turned his focus on Andrew's cock. He opened his mouth straining his neck a bit. He took the cock in his mouth. He hollowed his cheek. He moved his head back and forth. He put hands behind his back leaving him with only his knees to balance on. it was straining on his muscles but he ignored it. He lifted his eyes to Andrew to see if he was doing it right.
Andrew looked down, letting a quiet moan slip from his lips. The sight of Joe's mouth stretched around his cock while the muscles in his back and shoulders rippled with the effort it was taking was truly a sight to behold. He locked gazes with the slave for just a moment before letting his eyes slide shut and giving a shallow thrust, encouraging the slave to take more of him in. After all, the point of this was to impress.
Joe breathed through his nose as their eyes met in a seemingly silent agreement. He took even more of the length in his feeling the tip barely touch the back of his throat. feeling confident with the noises coming from the older man. Encouraging him to move deeper and picking up pace.
Andrew let his head tilt back slightly, letting out a short, nearly inaudible moan as he came. His fingers tangled deeper into Joe's hair, holding him in place as his thick ropes of come shot into the awaiting mouth.
Joe felt the twitch of the cock in his mouth as he was held in place. He ignored the bitter, salty taste and swallowed around the softening length. He didn't dare move till instructed to. He glanced up at Andrew.
Andrew cleared his throat and stepped back slightly. "Clean me up." he ordered, running a hand through his hair. Glancing around the ring, he locked eyes with his brother for a brief moment before snapping his attention away and continuing his cool observation of the room.
Joe licked the older male cleaning away every drop he could now feel the ache in his back and the strain in his neck. He looked to the side to where Hunter stood obviously seeming angry at him for everything he did lately especially when it came to his brother. He turned his attention back to Andrew.
Andrew finally released Joe to drop back to all fours and tucked himself back into his pants. "Thank you, Father, Doctor." He said, giving respectful nods to each of them. "Come along, slave." he said coolly, tugging the leash and exiting the ring with an air of quiet confidence and silent rage.
Joe dropped down and kept his eyes to the ground as he heard Andrew thank the judges. He followed him feeling anxious about their possible score but hoped what he had just done had been good enough. He chewed on his bottom lip in anticipation now all that was left was to wait for the results.
