Phaze Fantasies, Vol. VI

by Jude Mason, Yvette Hines, Jessie Verino

  Rin returned with three glasses. Instead of sitting on the sofa as he'd done before, the criminal crouched on the carpet with Leaf. He looked up at Leannan with all the awe and devotion the slave-boy expressed. Leaf felt another icy stab in his stomach.

  "May I serve it?” Rin asked.

  "You may."

  He broke the seal, opened the bottle, and splashed two inches of amber liquid into each glass. Leannan took the first and held it out, so that it caught the firelight. “To the old world,” he said. “And to old friends."

  "Kempai!" Rin said, clinking the rim of his glass with Leannan's, and then Leaf's.

  The first glass burned Leaf's throat and stole his breath, making Rin and his Master giggle as he gasped for air. The second felt pleasantly warm in his belly, and in the third he detected the taste of flowers and of blood and steel. It made him sad with longing, but for what he didn't know. Looking up, he saw his nostalgia mirrored in his Master's prismatic, variable eyes. Rin alone looked unaffected, though sickles of burgundy spread over his golden cheeks, and his almond eyes crinkled to slits.

  "Did you take the job, Leannan?” the Highwayman asked.

  "I did. I shall have to travel to the City-State of Rhone."

  "And why?” Rin continued. “What's the pay?"

  "A Tiffany glass shade."

  "But you'll have to cross the Wastes,” Rin argued. “Why take the risk? Plenty of the wizards out there would kill for a sidhe servant. And you're such a pretty fey, too. They'd want more than your magic. Leannan, no matter how many old relics you collect, you can't put the world back the way it was! The gates to Tir Na Nog are closed forever, no matter how many Waterford vases, Rosetti paintings, or red-headed boys you gather—"

  "Miyamoto Rinko! Hold your tongue!"

  The Highwayman dropped his head. “Forgive me, Master. I misspoke."

  Rin called Leannan Master? Leaf straightened his neck. He hadn't noticed his cheek had been resting against Rinko's shoulder until he removed it. For several minutes he'd ignored the conversation, full of bizarre words he couldn't understand. It became instantly, painfully clear to Leaf that his Master had amused himself with the outlaw. Leaf shuddered. What if Leannan planned to have Rinko again? What if he preferred him to his slave? Leaf could find himself for sale at The Bunker, never again to see the luminous man he loved more than his own life. Frantically he tried to devise a way to be better, more beautiful, more impressive and precious to his Master than Rin. But, like Leaf, Rin had the slight build and lean musculature Leannan preferred. He had a pretty face. He could offer Leannan his favorite drink and a quick sword. Leaf fenced clumsily and owned nothing, not even his own skin.

  "How long will you be away?” Rin continued. “If it will be long, I'll offer to stay at your house and guard your things."

  "Well,” Leannan responded, his sparkling blue-grey eyes narrowing with suspicion, “you plan to be in town anyway, do you not?"

  "I do."

  "And you haven't told me why, or to what end."

  "I have not."

  "I can't deny you my hospitality, as you well know, Rin-chan. Despite your secrecy and mistrust. Of course you may stay in my home while you do whatever you need to do."

  He scooted closer to Leaf, and his thumb circled Leaf's whiskey swollen lips as he said “You'll share everything with me, Leannan?"

  A white hand caught Rin's armored wrist and wrenched it from Leaf's face. Leaf's heart ballooned with pride; his Master wasn't willing to loan him out. But then Leannan inserted the pin, deflating Leaf's buoyant happiness with the words “Not without my permission. And not here."

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  At the end of the East Wing, past the abandoned classrooms, stood the temple proper. The ceiling was twice as high as elsewhere in the building. At the end of the room, an arched window illustrated a bearded man in a white gown rising up out of a cave and drifting toward the sky. A golden glass circle framed his head and azure octagons surrounded him. Birds of marbled ivory fluttered nearby. Across the surface of the window, Leannan had several times painted the word “lies.” His spidery letters curved around the figure, words overlapping. Gold chains and pulleys swayed in front of the display. Leannan had also defaced each of the other, smaller windows that lined the walls. On a few he'd written phrases Leaf couldn't read or didn't understand, and on others he'd obscured the subject's eyes, hearts, hands, and genitals, transforming them into sightless, helpless monstrosities. The temple's main god, a hanging man carved from smooth wood, had been spiked with hundreds of rusty nails and moved from his place in front of the window to lean in a corner.

  Rows of wooden benches had once filled the room, but Leannan and Leaf had burned most for firewood. Banners suspended from the wooden rafters hung in tatters. Leannan had filled the two marble basins standing beside the entrance doors with broken bottles, oxidized coins and clippings of wire. On the raised, semi-circular dais in front of the Lies Window, Leaf entertained his Master. A thick mocha carpet cushioned the hard wood. Two massive candelabrums provided the light.

  The red-head knelt on the platform now, arms over his head, facing the scribbled-out deity. He wore his favorite restraints: soft PVC gauntlets that looped over his middle fingers and extended to his elbows. Three d-rings as big and thick as mug handles protruded along the outside of his forearms. Leannan had once told Leaf that the dark green of the PVC was just the color of the shadows cast by the trees of an ancient forest. Leaf had never seen, and could not imagine, an ancient forest. But he liked the way the almost-black looked against his fair skin. To the first ring on each hand, Leannan had clipped one of the chains hanging from the rafters. To the second, he'd attached a hollow golden bar that prevented Leaf from bringing his arms closer to together. Another gold bar affixed to the rings on Leaf's ankle cuffs.

  Master had also replaced the harness Leaf had worn to The Bunker. A row of seven gold rings wrapped Leaf's semi-erection from the base to the shelf where the head met the shaft. A piece of green silk connected each ring to the next, and tightened them when Leannan tugged the end. This prevented Leaf from coming before it pleased his Master. Leannan hadn't put anything in Leaf's backside, a good sign that he might be considering fucking the red-head. Leaf hoped he'd be so fortunate, and made a silent vow to be good, perfect. With Rin as competition, he'd need to fight for Leannan's affection. His hope that the Highwayman would go away, back to the Wasteland he'd come from, had evaporated after the conversation in the sitting room.

  So Leaf knelt in silence, face down, flame-bright waves of hair obscuring his face.

  Rin's voice behind him echoed through the empty sanctuary. “His beauty takes my breath away. His hair is like the setting sun on the sea. I beg you to let me touch his back, Master."

  "No. You may watch for now. Sit over there by the candles and don't speak unless I order it."

  He moved soundlessly across the stage, passing close enough that Leaf felt a breeze on his exposed flesh. Hidden under his hair, Leaf smiled broadly, triumphant. For a second time Rin had been denied access to Leaf. Leaf felt sure the outlaw's evening would end in disappointment. His Master would never share him. He treasured him. Loved him.

  "Leaf,” Leannan whispered, drawing out the ‘f', sounding like the wind in the birches. He stood behind his slave, dragging his nails down the red-head's stretched arms from his bound wrists to his shoulders. The gauntlets dulled the pressure until he reached Leaf's elbow, and then fiery furrows opened over Leaf's triceps. The nails only felt like they broke skin, though. Leaf knew his Master would never damage him. He closed his eyes, panting with the pain that awakened his nerves. Arousal warmed his skin, making Leannan's touch seem even colder. His cock filled, straining against the rings surrounding it. The nails continued down his sides, over his ribs and the muscles of his waist. Then Master's fingers withdrew, leaving behind rows of tingling burn. Leaf wanted to cry out at the loss, to beg for more, but this would displease Leannan. He bit his lip, struggling to control his lust.<
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  Leannan rewarded Leaf's discipline. He scratched up the sides of his slave's thighs until he reached Leaf's narrow hips. One hand came around to cradle Leaf's balls while the other cut its way up his stomach. Leaf felt the first pearls of semen leaking from the slit of his cock. Leannan had been away so long this last time, and he'd forbidden Leaf to relieve his own tensions. The feeling of Master's body behind him, the heat of his breath in Leaf's hair, the sweet fire produced by his touch was almost too much for Leaf to bear. He wanted to come so badly, to alleviate the maddening pressure in his balls, but desire to please Leannan won out and he held it back. The clear nails continued to travel over his body, scraping across his nipples and nicking his scrotum. His skin pulsed with the sting of the intersecting scores.

  "Beautiful,” Leannan said softly, taking a step back to admire his work. “Such responsive skin. What would you like next, my pet?"

  "Anything that pleases you Master,” Leaf answered, attempting to sound reserved. But the raw edge of his voice betrayed his yearning.

  "It pleases me to know what you crave,” Leannan said, close enough to Leaf's ear that a few strands of snow white hair fell over Leaf's shoulder. The sparkling tendrils cascaded over Leaf's flat stomach and brushed the top of his cock. The softness felt insanely sensuous after the bite of Leannan's nails.

  "I c-crave,” Leaf stammered. Excitement had vanquished rational thought; he could hardly form words.

  "Tell me,” Leannan commanded softly, standing slowly so the ends of his hair caressed Leaf's chest and then kneeling back down behind him.

  "I want you inside me. Fuck me, Master, please!"

  "Ah.” His arm wrapped around Leaf's ribcage, holding him immobile. Then a dew-cool finger slipped between his ass cheeks, tracing the warm, moist cleft from top to bottom. The finger stopped at Leaf's hole and circled the ring of muscle. The tip pressed ever so gently, but didn't enter. Leaf tried to wriggle backward and force Leannan's finger inside himself, but his Master's deceptively slender arm stopped him. He tried to curve his spine to drive himself against Leannan, and Leannan allowed his finger to enter Leaf's body, but only to the first knuckle. Leaf clenched his muscles, embracing his Master's skillful digit. He couldn't believe what was happening. Leannan would grant his request, though Leaf had done so little to earn it. Master planned to fuck him.

  But then both the finger and the chest against his gashed back left Leaf. The strand of glowing hair was whisked away before Leaf could enjoy the sensation of it gliding over his reddened flesh. Master's bare feet rustled against the carpet as he walked off to the left, saying, “Not yet, I think."

  Unable to stop himself, not even fully aware that he was doing it, Leaf threw back his head and growled with frustration. His chains rattled. Leannan came to stand in front of him, his cock level with Leaf's chin. The slave boy could see it pushing against the shimmering black fabric of his Master's pants. He wanted to allay Leannan's longings, to feel his long, pale cock skimming across his tongue. Leaf wanted his Master's alabaster fingers to twist into his persimmon hair as he thrust into Leaf's throat. He craved the downy feel of the straight white hair edging Leannan's cock. He wanted his Master's delicious seed to splash against his palate, so that he could slurp it down and lick his lips.

  Again Master denied him. Instead of guiding his cock to Leaf's willing and eager lips, Leannan's hand closed around his slave's jaw, squeezing the fragile bones and forcing Leaf to meet his eyes. They looked lemon-yellow, but probably because of the candles. Leannan's hair and eyes usually took on a purple or red hue when he became aroused.

  "Behave, pretty one,” he warned. Then he departed again, returning with one of the candles from the side of the platform. “Look at me,” he ordered Leaf. A single flame reflected off of each of his shining irises. Shadows danced across his smooth skin as the tiny fire fluctuated beneath his breath. His hair looked like spider silk sparkling after a rain. He was so amazingly gorgeous, so surreal—

  "I'll do anything for you,” Leaf blurted out, overcome by love and longing.

  As a tease, Leannan leaned down and let his lips brush against Leaf's, as softly as the tip of a seabird's wing grazing the water. Before Leaf could begin to enjoy the texture he pulled away again. “I know you will,” he said softly. Leaf almost thought he detected a hint of pleasure. “Put your head back. Look up. Mind your lovely hair."

  Leaf did as he was told. He angled his face upward, toward the rafters wrapped in chains. Shapes, thinner than steam, flitted among the ancient beams.

  "Lean back further,” Master said. As incentive he dribbled a splash of wax on Leaf's Adam's apple. It ran down his stretched neck and solidified in the divot between his collarbones. Leaf gasped at the burn and obeyed. The tips of his hair tickled his ankles. His torso stretched taut as a bow, making his stomach muscles tremble with exertion.

  "Good boy.” Leannan held the candle close to Leaf's chest, but Leaf never feared the flame. The molten wax sizzled against his already over-stimulated skin as it rained over his hairless chest. Rubbery caps formed over his nipples, plastering his jewelry to his skin. His belly button filled. Droplets of sweat stood above his lip. He grunted and twisted with each new scorching onslaught, fearful he'd be unable to hold his position much longer.

  Just as Leaf's stomach and thigh muscles began to shudder violently, threatening to give out, Leannan whispered, “Well done.” Flexing his biceps, Leaf hauled his exhausted body back to a kneeling position. Leannan released the base of the candle. It floated beside him for a moment. Then he pointed toward the candelabra, and it glided over to hover near the other flamers. Leannan dropped to his knees, facing Leaf, chest grazing his paraffin encrusted nipples. He smiled. To Leaf, the storm clouds parted and the light of heaven shined down. Tears stung the corners of his eyes and his balls huddled against his body, filling. Next Leannan squeezed his ass, arching Leaf's lower back and making their groins collide. Leannan's erection smashed against Leaf's expanding dick. His gaze never left Leaf as he circled his hips, grinding their cocks together.

  "Master, Master please—” Leaf whimpered senselessly.

  Leannan's nails cut crescents into Leaf's cheek. He thrust savagely against his slave with a cock as hard as an oak branch. His other hand gripped the back of Leaf's neck, pulling his face in, jangling the chains. The primrose and rain scent of Leannan's hair, so close to Leaf's cheek yet so infuriatingly unattainable, brought more tears from Leaf's emerald eyes. A tendril, velvet as dandelion fluff, swept over Leaf's ribs, so light against his violated skin that the contrast almost hurt. Leannan's teeth crunched the cartilage of Leaf's ear, and he breathed “Remember that you belong to me. Only to me."

  Before Leaf could devise a sufficient way to thank his Master for these words, Leannan stood and left. Puzzled, Leaf forgot to cast his eyes to the floor, but allowed them to search the flickering light for the willowy form of the man he loved. Instead he saw the Highwayman Rin, off to the left, sitting on his heels like a slave.

  "Now, Leannan?” he panted, his voice higher, the odd accent stronger. In his quest to please his Master, his rapture at Leannan's touch, Leaf had forgotten the stranger entirely. “Please let me touch him!"

  With an almost pity, Leaf knew Leannan would deny the outlaw, leave him crouching frustrated. Leannan would no sooner let Rin guzzle down all of his mead or wear his long velvet jacket embroidered with silver. He waited for Leannan to say the words.

  But, “You may touch his back only."

  "Thank you, Leannan."

  "And not with your hands or flesh."

  "What—"

  "Don't make me change my mind, Rin."

  A familiar creak told Leaf that his Master had opened the lid of the dark wood chest with the brass handles, where Leannan stored various things for their play. Rin stood and hurried out of Leaf's field of sight. Metal clanked as the Highwayman rooted through the chest's contents. In his peripheral vision, Leaf saw the stranger's dark shape pass on his left, and then Rin stood
behind him. The tool he'd chosen, a birch switch cut from the trees behind the school, traced the knobs of Leaf's spine. He smelled the fragrant wood, and it conjured pleasant memories of evenings spent with Master. He closed his eyes and let his neck droop, like a twig heavy with foliage.

  Rin's breath came quick and jagged as he continued to explore Leaf's physique with the wand's slender end. Back and forth across Leaf's shoulders he dragged the stick, then down each side of his back. He circled Leaf's cheeks and meandered down his thighs and calves, even lavishing attention on the soles of his feet. Each time Rin lifted the switch, Leaf braced himself for the blow. After a long stretch of uncertainty, he felt the sting: two quick cracks across each of his shoulders. He inhaled sharply and his cock jumped. Rin groaned at what Leaf knew was the bloom of the pink welts on his ivory back. Master often commented on the beauty of the effect.

  Then Rin returned to the teasing, light strokes, leaving Leaf frustrated. He wanted to lose himself in the intense sensation of the whip, to pass into the magical realm where pain transfigured into bliss. He also wanted to taunt the outlaw, to writhe in ecstasy before him while he was forced to watch feebly. How much more infuriating for Rin this must be than if Leannan had rejected his request completely!

  "More?” Rin asked in a voice saturated with need.

  "You may answer,” Leannan urged.

  "Yes,” Leaf panted.

  The switch sang through the air with all the speed of the blade that had decapitated the soldier, striking Leaf's right, and then his left side. The alternating blows rained down, striping Leaf's ass and thighs with ribbons of pulsating heat. A flame of lust and pain engulfed Leaf. His balls filled to the bursting point and his cock pointed straight out. Only the gold rings prevented his seed from splattering the floor in front of him. All of his perception split between the scorched patch between his lower back and knees and his pounding, constricted cock.