Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  “Constantine, then Chayton for a brief term.” The Captain knew it looked bad to be dismissed by two potential owners and he realized there was no benefit in having her price lowered further by mentioning that Chayton returned her.

  “I’ll take her,” Devon replied, and moved on to the next cage.

  All told, it was less than four hours between the time the three traders had landed and were back in the air with their purchases. It was as though the island gave a collective sigh of relief as the jets flew off, free from threat until next year.

  The weather had cooled to a comfortable degree and the Master allowed Alyssa to wear the slave dresses full time again instead of what she called their ‘summer straps’. She truly hoped they would be lost or forgotten about when the weather warmed again.

  Chayton and the twins were having lunch on the patio watching the house slaves playing football. There was less to do in the milder autumn weather and Chayton gave the slaves more free time to blow off steam. There were penalties for the losers, which the winning team got to administer, so the games were occasionally aggressive.

  Brazil threw a long pass to Ramone. He missed the ball and it came sailing straight towards the side of Chayton’s head. Alyssa dove from her chair and caught it, landing in a tumble on the flagstones.

  Ayden was by her side in seconds. “Are you okay?” He checked her thoroughly, relieved to see not so much as a scratch.

  Alyssa was laughing. “So, Brazil. Is that the winning touchdown or an interception?” She stood and tossed him the ball.

  Brazil was looking anxiously at Chayton. “I’m sorry, Master.” He glared at Ramone.

  “I’m fine,” Chayton shrugged.

  Relieved, they headed back to the grass. Helo yelled out, “Good catch, Alyssa. Brazil, she’s on our team. Our ball.”

  Alyssa liked the calm days. For the most part, there was a comfort to the routine with unexpected passionate demands from Chayton. Ayden and she had discussed possible locations of the island over the past few months. They had tried to trick the Master into revealing a clue, but he would always answer in vague terms or give a deliberately wrong answer.

  They were once again digging for a hint one night amidst the tangle of bed sheets, getting the same non-response. “Oh, I give up,” Alyssa said in exasperation. “According to you, Master, we are nowhere on the planet. We’re not north, south, east or west of the United States, Asia, Africa or England. There are no large land masses for thousands of miles,” Alyssa declared.

  “Why does it matter?” Chayton asked curiously.

  “Because I feel disoriented. It’s like I don’t have a home or a country,” she paused. “Actually, I guess it doesn’t matter. It seemed important, once.” Alyssa was considering her statement.

  “You are on Six Masters Island, fifteen miles from Devon’s Island, five miles from Latia’s Island and surrounded by a thousand miles of water in all directions. You are two hundred miles from the equator. We belong to no country and your home is here, with me,” he replied.

  Alyssa was astounded by the information. “Well, thank you, Master. That’s all you had to say.”

  Chayton smirked. “I see. Now that you feel comfortably grounded,” the twins rolled their eyes; they still had no idea where they were, “get back up here.”

  Alyssa climbed back on top of him. He pulled her into one of his breathtaking kisses as she slid her down his stiff shaft. She felt Ayden behind her, and seconds later he entered her. Ayden’s hands wrapped around her and caressed her soft breasts as he buried himself within her tight passage.

  Alyssa felt the raw sexy power of her two lovers and the excitement fueled her passion. They felt like one being when they were together like this, all of them searching each others’ bodies for the shudders and gasps leading to release. Ayden reached behind her and started massaging Chayton’s tight sack, and he could feel he was close to climax. Leaning forward, he kissed Alyssa’s neck and licked at the light sheen of sweat from her exertions. She tightened both holes, and all three spilled into the blinding heat of their orgasms.

  The twins curled up next to their Master. They kissed him gently on his chest and closed their eyes. Alyssa drifted off to sleep thinking how safe and loved she felt.

  The next afternoon, Antonio sent word to the house that Belinda and he would like to meet with Chayton and the twins. Chayton was curious about the request and agreed to meet him at five. When Antonio knocked on the door to the office, Ayden and Alyssa had been kneeling next to their Master for half an hour.

  Antonio entered first and Belinda followed, slightly panicked at being in the Master’s domain. She held a large flat package. “What is it you needed to see me about?” Chayton inquired.

  “I never had appropriate means to thank you for Belinda, Master. She has made me so very happy.” Antonio smiled at the young woman and Chayton could see the adoration in her eyes. “The twins helped Belinda design a present for you. Go ahead, Belinda.”

  Belinda shyly approached the big desk and handed the package to Chayton. He was unaccustomed to receiving gifts, and the surprise showed. “Please, Master. Open it.”

  Ayden and Alyssa peeked over the desk as Chayton removed the wrapping. He stared at it, and Alyssa thought she saw an honest to goodness lump form in his throat, and it took a few moments for him to compose himself. The portrait of the twins sitting on the window seat was extraordinary. The subtle mauves, oranges and blues of sunset could be seen through the window, casting slight shadows on Ayden brushing Alyssa’s long hair while they looked out to sea. On the edge of the painting, in dark shadows, stood the Master watching them.

  “It’s breathtaking, Belinda. How?” Before he finished his statement, she reached in her cuff and pulled out the rough sketch she had done a month before.

  “When we had lunch and I asked if we could go to the room, Master. I suggested to her you might like a portrait,” Ayden said quietly.

  “She’s been working on it for weeks, driving me crazy over the color of Ayden’s eyes.” Antonio smiled at the Master’s obvious pleasure.

  “Belinda, it’s perfect. Thank you both. I warn you, I may have you do more of these. I’d much rather see my beautiful slaves and ponies gracing the walls than those insipid landscapes. You have true talent,” Chayton praised.

  Antonio’s pride in Belinda was evident and she blushed, saying quietly, “I love to paint, Master. It would be my pleasure.”

  After they left, Chayton gazed at the portrait. “I didn’t realize you knew I was there.”

  “Almost every evening, Master. Alyssa says I give her hair a thousand strokes waiting for you. When I heard Antonio discussing payment for Belinda and you mentioning that she could paint, the idea came together. It’s very good,” Ayden finished.

  “We were worried whether she could picture it at sunset, Master. It’s gorgeous. We didn’t know she was going to add you, but I guess when we described how you watch us, it seemed natural. She’s always had talent, but I can see the passion that was missing from her work before,” Alyssa added.

  “Well, my conspiring twins, where shall we hang it? I’d put it in my room, but I want it placed where it will be seen.” Chayton mentally envisioned the house. “I think the wall in the foyer, across from the front door. It will be the first thing my guests see.”

  They left the office and headed towards the front of the house. Chayton took down a picture of a tropical, white sandy beach and hung the portrait. All three stood back to admire the painting. Brazil, Ramone, Terrant and Helo were heading from the recreation room towards the kitchen, and when they saw them standing there they walked over and looked at the wall.

  “Where did that come from, Master?” Helo asked, astonished.

  “It seems Antonio’s Belinda is quite an artist,” Chayton replied. No one missed Helo’s flinch at the mention of his former servant.

  “Master, can I have her paint one with Brazil and me?” Ramone asked.

  “I think I’m
going to have her paint you all. We can have a bonfire with the landscapes,” Chayton laughed. The landscapes were a silent joke around the house. The paintings looked no different than the view out of any of the windows.

  Belinda finished the winter painting all of the house slaves in various settings. Antonio, Diablo and Arturo were featured in training gear next to their ponies, and those portraits hung in Chayton’s office. It was there he met with Preston, and he wanted to keep the constant reminder of Pretty Baby in front of him.

  Belinda was nervous about painting Helo and Terrant, so Antonio stayed close to her and she finished the sketch in less than five minutes. She would never forget what they looked like, and the sketch was more a courtesy to the Master.

  After she finished with Chayton’s portraits, Constantine asked if she would paint his beautiful harem. Antonio brought her over to see the room the women shared and other areas for background, and the women posed one at a time throughout the day as Belinda sketched.

  The other Masters had favorites they wanted painted and Belinda became well known for her ability. The original outcast was now one of the most sought after.

  CHAPTER XVI. OFF TO THE RACES

  Spring’s warm weather arrived, and Chayton had new outfits designed for the twins. They each wore a piece of cloth tied low on their hips with the ‘barely there’ covering Chayton enjoyed. Alyssa had a strip that went under her breasts, pushing them up and with the other edge ending at the top of her nipples. Ayden’s was always black and hers were the different colors Chayton liked.

  They had both had their belly buttons pierced and Chayton liked to chain them together by them. The twins became accustomed to walking in sync, no more than eighteen inches apart from each other. It seemed most days the Master left the remote, safely tucked in his nightstand. It did not really matter anymore, because one touch or light brush from either man had her aroused with anticipation.

  The Master’s games for them changed often and Alyssa and Ayden found it exciting, wondering what delicious torture he had in mind next. The races were going to start soon. They had been watching the ponies training, and Alyssa was amazed at the change in her friends.

  Copper and Misty pulled Diablo in the cart. Their knees pumped at equal height and their steps looked even. Misty had worked hard to keep up with the training and had done better than the trainers originally hoped. They had dyed her hair, and she now sported red hair and bush, closely matching Copper. It shone nicely against the black leather harness.

  Copper suffered a strained tendon earlier in the year. Antonio had Baby’s groomer, Jasper, the former sports massage expert, look at the injury. Jasper worked with her for a few days and announced his findings. “I’d keep her on the double cart with Misty. Single events will probably cause a real tear.”

  The news was a letdown for Diablo. He wanted to race her against Pretty Baby and Sundown, even though he figured she would come in a strong third. “What about dressage?” he asked hopefully.

  “You can do what you want, sir, of course. My opinion is that any single event could hurt her, and Misty would be strong enough to pick up the slack in the double,” Jasper offered. Antonio thanked him, and the groomer walked quickly back to his champion.

  “I know you’re disappointed, Diablo, but I think we may be able to surprise them with Copper yet. Arturo, come in here a minute,” Antonio called.

  Arturo came over from the next stall. “Copper is out of single events. I’ve been watching the ponies on the fifteen hundred and they’re strong, and we have three weeks before turning in the event schedule for the first race. Do you think we can work them on the mile?” Antonio asked.

  “I’m up for it with Copper. I’ve been training her hard for the singles anyway.” Diablo looked excited.

  “When is dressage?” Arturo asked.

  “The first two days, and then the speed races follow,” Antonio replied. “I’ll leave the decision up to you, Arturo. You’ve trained her well and I know she’ll place. The mile is iffy on such short notice.”

  “I think it will work. There’s no way she’ll injure herself in dressage, and as long as it’s first, I think the race is worth a gamble.” Arturo hoped he would not be putting too much strain on his pony.

  “Misty’s going to do whatever you ask until she drops. You need to make sure she lets you know if it’s too much. If she’s pushed too hard, she’ll be out the rest of the season, and that leaves Copper out too, Diablo. They need to be trained, not ruined. Third place is better than a lost season,” Antonio reminded the ambitious man.

  “Arturo, give the word and we’ll drop the mile,” Diablo offered.

  “Let’s give it a try. I’ll talk to Misty.” Arturo headed back to the other stall and Antonio went back to Pretty Baby.

  Copper looked up at Diablo and he saw the misery in her eyes. “It’s okay, girl. Hey, we knew we couldn’t win against Sundown and Baby anyway. Let’s knock their socks off in the mile. They won’t be expecting that.” He stroked her shiny auburn hair. “We’ll build Misty up a little more. You heard Antonio. We don’t want you pushing so hard you’ll be out.”

  Diablo could sense her disappointment. “Come here, you.” He playfully pulled at the rings through her jaws until she knelt in front of him. Copper immediately moistened in anticipation as he loosened his pants and pressed his hard shaft between her open lips. Copper was used to Diablo’s demanding sex and eagerly swallowed his cock.

  “Damn that feels good,” he gasped between plunges. Copper worked her tongue feverishly over the soft skin. Her pried-open jaws made it nearly impossible to suck, but she discovered he liked the feel of her muscles when she swallowed as he passed down her throat. He held tight to one jaw ring pulling her close and stroked the top of her head.

  She felt him stiffen, and with one last lunge his fluid was squirting down her throat. “That’s my pony,” he patted. “You rest up. We need to start the new training tomorrow.” He left the stall and her adoring eyes followed him.

  When Diablo got back to his room, Arturo was waiting for him. “Do you think they can do it?” He looked concerned.

  Diablo pulled him close. “I think so. I wouldn’t risk your pony, Arturo, to make Copper look better. I’ll be careful. With my mare’s injury I’m going to have to take precautions and Misty will benefit from that, too.”

  Arturo nuzzled into Diablo’s black curls. “I hope you’re right. I’ve got to be honest…”

  “I know. You wanted to decline. I could see it in your eyes,” Diablo murmured.

  “Antonio knows you’re the better trainer. I just don’t want to lose my place here and I don’t want to lose my place with you.” Arturo sounded close to tears.

  “He won’t send you away. He needs you for dressage and he knows I don’t have the patience for it. Try not to worry,” Diablo comforted. He ran his strong hand down Arturo’s back. “We need to get cleaned up for dinner.”

  Arturo kept his head buried in Diablo’s hair, feeling his erection pressing into the other trainer’s thigh. “Come on.” Diablo gently pulled himself loose and led Arturo to the bathroom. The trainers stripped and entered the shower. They soaped each other and rinsed. Diablo worked up a lather with the soap and started sliding his slippery hands up and down Arturo’s hard length.

  When Arturo reached for him, he stepped back. He pushed Arturo into the wall and continued to stroke him, occasionally cupping his balls. “This is just for you,” he murmured.

  He could feel himself tightening as his fluid rose through his shaft. “Aaah…,” Arturo gasped, as he erupted. He pulled Diablo close. “He can’t separate us. Promise me,” Arturo begged.

  “He won’t. Since Belinda arrived, Antonio knows what a difference having someone constant, besides the ponies, can make. It will make a stronger stable if the trainers are satisfied. Trust me.” Diablo knew Antonio was aware of his relationship with Arturo.

  As they entered the dining room, they were surprised to see Belinda kneel
ing by Antonio. She rarely left the room she shared with Antonio and always had her meals there. “Belinda has become interested in the races, and I suggested to her that she might enjoy some of our strategy discussions at dinner.”

  “It’s good to see you looking so well, Belinda,” Arturo remarked.

  “Thank you, Arturo,” she replied quietly.

  The discussion turned to the ponies. “Baby isn’t nailing her starts as much as I’d wanted,” Antonio mentioned.

  “That could be a problem. If Sundown gets the early lead, her confidence could push her to win,” Diablo said. “I’ve seen you practice them with her. I don’t know what else you can do.”

  “That’s one thing Misty’s got right. She takes off like a rocket,” Arturo added proudly.

  Belinda listened, deciding whether she should help. She figured she would not be betraying her friends if she discussed them and touched Antonio’s thigh.

  “Yes, my love?” Antonio looked down at her. He could see the conflict. “What’s wrong?”

  “I think I can help.” Belinda dropped her eyes to her lap.

  “You can help what?” Antonio could see her conflict.

  “With Pretty Baby. I can help,” she repeated.

  “How?” Antonio was curious.

  “Paige used to run track in high school. She only did it for a year because the heat in Florida drove her batty, but she needed the credit for school.” Belinda looked up and saw the three trainers listening closely. “She broke all the school’s records and most of the county’s. She pretended to have a sprained ankle to stay out of state. Beth needed the state ranking for a college scholarship, so Paige backed off.”

  “I was wondering if she had track experience or jogged. She’s a natural runner.” Antonio was pleased with Belinda’s confirmation of his suspicions.

  “The thing is, she never started strong. On purpose. She told me she likes to get behind the favorite and that way, she can set the pace. If the girl she’s running against is a sprinter, Paige would stay on her ass at the beginning, tiring her out so she didn’t have anything left at the end. Then, she would just sail by her,” Belinda explained.