Phaze Fantasies, Vol. VI

by Jude Mason, Yvette Hines, Jessie Verino

  Master greeted the man, Leaf standing behind with his eyes cast down. Leannan spoke civilly, but he didn't invite the soldier into his home. Leaf feared questions about Rin's activities had brought the visitor to the school.

  "I come bearing a message from General Waltman, sir,” the soldier said. “His birthday falls in three days, and he hopes you'll join him for a small celebration at Headquarters. Pleasure slaves are permissible, but the General asks that you don't bring bodyguards or weapons."

  "Come without my sword?” Leannan snorted, incredulous. “I shall have to consider that carefully."

  "Well I hope you'll make it, sir,” the soldier said. “The General mentioned you specifically.” He saluted Leannan, turned, and hurried down the stone set of steps. Watching, Leaf wondered if the man could see or sense the curious spirits swarming around him.

  "The pig just wants a gift,” Leannan said, heading up the hallway. “I'm sure he mentioned inviting everyone he thinks is rich. I'll have something for him, all right. But my gifts are never free."

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  Chapter Five

  Three days passed faster than Leaf would have wished. Though Master and Rin had agonized over every detail of their plan, Leaf couldn't help but worry. At least they'd finally agreed, after dozens of arguments, to include the slave-boy. Sitting alone at the haunted school, wondering about the safety of the people he loved, would be worse for Leaf than risking his life at the celebration.

  Leannan and Rin assured Leaf that everything would be fine, that they'd completed far more difficult missions. But that afternoon, everything they did, they did as if for the last time. When they took a late lunch, they spread a velvet cloth on the ground beneath the birches. All of the food was the best: buttery shortbread, soft, white cheese dotted with herbs, ruby-colored berries bursting with juice, apple dumplings dusted with cinnamon, and little edible flowers crystallized in sugar. Master brought out his best wines: Tokay, Australian Shiraz, French Merlot, and Ancient Port.

  He gave to Rin a small bottle wrapped in rice paper. She reacted to it as Leannan had to the whiskey: squeezing the fey's hands, bowing six times, and repeating “Oh, arigato gozaimashita!"

  They ate until they were stuffed, and remained stretched out in the amber, early autumn light, sampling various rare drinks. Yellow leaves flecked with brown spiraled from the branches to land on their blanket. Leaf lay perpendicular to his Master, his head resting on the lissome place between Leannan's rib and hipbone. The air grew cooler, redder. Rin said, “We should bathe. Get ready. Be together, in case we don't get another opportunity.” When they stood to go, each of them looked long at the white trees. Without a word, their hands joined: Leaf's to Leannan's and Leannan's to Rin's.

  Inside the stone tub had been filled with fragrant, steaming water. Rose and lotus petals floated across the surface. Leaf undressed his Master, tarrying over the details of Leannan's body even more than usual. The three of them got into the bath. “Leaf, wash my hair,” Leannan said. “Rinko, you may clean my fingernails.” She worked with a small brush while Leaf massaged his Master's scalp and poured water over his head with a silver ladle. Next he cleaned Rin's hair, and then his own poppy-colored locks. He sat on the edge of the tub and Rinko shaved his legs and scrubbed his feet. She, like Leannan, didn't have enough hair to shave.

  The grooming complete, they relaxed in the water. Leannan pulled Leaf under one of his arms and Rinko beneath the other. The slave boy and the Highwayman held hands over the fairy's marble stomach. All of them dozed, their warm, wet skin sticking. Then Rin's hand, joined to Leaf's moved downward to fondle Leannan's cock. Her lips touched his sinuous neck, just below the jawbone. His head, which had been resting against the basin's stone lip, shot up. Rin's fingers, interwoven with Leaf's, wrapped Leannan's penis. Her thumb hooked to Leaf's behind it. They stroked, making him harden. In front of his heart, they kissed until a white hand yanked them apart by their hair.

  "What do you think you're doing?” Leannan scolded, but unable to completely squelch his delight. “I never gave you permission to touch me, or each other. Do I have to take you two to the temple?"

  Rin giggled, unmistakably feminine, seized Leannan's pointed chin, and kissed him hard on the lips. “Thank you, Master!"

  * * * *

  Naked, Leaf and Rin knelt on the platform, their backs to the despoiled god in the window. Leannan stalked back and forth in front of them, wearing only a black kilt that rode low on his slender hips. He swung a crop at his side, every now and then smacking his palm, producing a loud crack. Pale purple hair swung behind him like a pendulum.

  "What am I going to do with the two of you?” he asked. The square end of his crop pushed Leaf's chin up, so Leaf's green eyes met Leannan's violet ones, as darkened by arousal as the slave had ever seen them. “You belong to me. Do you think you can maul me whenever you like?"

  "No! I'm sorry, Master.” The crop came down across his shoulders, leaving welts and sending Leaf's blood straight to his cock.

  "What are you?” Leannan asked, cracking the whip over Leaf's chest.

  "Your boy! Your slave!"

  "And what is your purpose?"

  "To serve you."

  Crack! “And?"

  "Obey you!"

  "And when will you touch me?"

  "Only when I'm told!"

  Bending at the waist, Leannan cupped Leaf's chin. “Good boy,” he said softly, kissing each of Leaf's eyelids. Then, sooner than the red-head had hoped, he turned his ire and attentions to Rin.

  "You. I have offered you use of my home and possessions, and how do you pay me back? By corrupting my slave."

  "I'm sorry, Master,” she said.

  "Not good enough,” Leannan replied, striding around behind her. “Show me your ass."

  She leaned forward, her palms and forearms flat against the floor and her face resting between them. Pushing up with her knees, she hoisted her graceful, golden bottom unabashedly into the air. Leannan lifted the crop to strike, and then, reconsidering, hooked it through a loop on his kilt. He went to his toy chest and returned with a ferocious-looking cat-o-nine tails. Brushing the fringe lightly over Rin's angled back, he said “Twenty lashes should teach you to respect my authority."

  "So few? Master is very kind,” she said.

  An entertained grin twisted Leannan's lavender lips. “Count them out,” his said, raising his arm.

  "Ichi!” Rin said as the braided vinyl made contact with her flesh, instantly bringing raised, red stripes across her hip.

  "Ni!” The whip cracked across her opposite cheek.

  "San! Shi!” she grunted through clenched teeth as Leannan picked up speed.

  Leaf couldn't tear his eyes from the beautiful spectacle, though he knew he'd never be permitted to watch. But Master's movements were so elegant, the contrast of his black implements and clothing against his white skin so striking, and the sway of his purple hair so entrancing that Leaf couldn't help himself. Rin, too, looked lovely, shimmering with sweat. Her lips, cheeks, and the folds below her ass had deepened to rich burgundy. Her black eyes glazed with ecstasy. Even if his fate would be the same as hers, Leaf would drink in every detail. He thought, with a stab, that he might not get the chance to see it again.

  When Rin finally muttered “ni-juu", Leannan crouched behind her. He lifted his kilt and let the fabric drape across her hips. His nails traced the crimson lines his whip had made, causing Rin to whimper and squirm.

  "You endured that very well, my old friend Gold. I should reward you. What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you, Rin? Isn't that what you've always desired?"

  Amazingly, she said “No,” though by the look on her face she clearly craved Leannan's body. “If you wanted me, I'd wish it. But after all these centuries I know better. Save it for someone you love. Fuck your slave, and let me watch."

  "As you will,” Leannan said, standing. “But I do love you. Not in the way that you would prefer, but still very deeply. Le
af, come here."

  The slave boy joined his Master at the center of the platform, and waited while Leannan selected from the chest four golden manacles and four lengths of gilded chain. He secured one of the restraints to each of Leaf's wrists and ankles, and clipped the chains to them. With a wave of his hand, Leannan guided the chains upward, stretching Leaf's arms vertical. The ends hung in the air, attached to nothing. Then the second set of chains soared up, bringing Leaf's feet parallel with his wrists. His body hung in an ivory U, rocking in the emptiness.

  Leannan ran his hands over the taut muscles of Leaf's torso, circling and pinching each of his nipples, tugging at the jewelry. He smoothed the fiery hair out of Leaf's face. It hung down behind him. Leannan raised his hand again, and Leaf rose a few feet higher in the air amidst a rattle of metal links. With his slave at the ideal height, Leannan kissed Leaf's body, starting at his collarbone and working his way down, over the slender chest and toned belly. His teeth found the ring in Leaf's navel and yanked at it. The cool, light feeling of Master's lips on his flushed, aroused skin made Leaf instantly erect.

  "You're so beautiful,” the fey whispered, ruffling the sparse red hair on the backs of Leaf's thighs. “You're perfect."

  He gestured again, and the chains on Leaf's ankles parted, spreading his legs. His balls dangled down, but his cock pointed straight up. Master came to stand between his thighs. Leannan's tongue traced Leaf's swollen penis from the base to the sensitive head. He let it slip into his mouth and sucked, eliciting a moan of grateful surprise from the young man. The silvery-purple head plunged down, engulfing Leaf's cock in snug moisture. Bolts of hair softer and more brilliant than silk fell on either side of Leaf's floating body. It brushed against him, raising gooseflesh. The mouth, not cold, but not hot like Rin's or Leaf's own openings, slipped back and forth. It was an exquisite sensation Leaf had only experienced half a dozen times. Normally he served Leannan this way. Quivering, Leaf panted “Master. I love you."

  With a damp pop, Leannan withdrew his mouth. He grasped Leaf's ankles and pulled him down, so that Leaf's ass drifted level with his groin. He unsnapped his kilt and it pooled on the floor at his feet. The erect, white cock poked at the spongy flesh between Leaf's balls and his anus. Master thrust two fingers into Leaf's mouth, and Leaf's impatient tongue moistened them. They circled Leaf's opening, wetting it, and stabbed in.

  "Do you want me, pretty one?” Master asked, fucking Leaf with his fingers, manipulating his gland and making his cock leak.

  "Yes Master, please!” And then, though he didn't need to and didn't know if it was proper, Leaf expounded, saying, “Even if I didn't belong to you. I'd give myself to you if you didn't own me. I love you."

  The look of astonished joy on Leannan's face outdid his pleasure at the whiskey or the promise of the limestone mansion by a hundred fold. He glowed like a May moon. He removed his hand from his slave, his lover, and positioned Leaf's ankles on his shoulders, pressing his chest flush against the backs of Leaf's legs.

  "Rinko, bring me oil."

  The Highwayman sifted through the chest and arrived quickly with a crystal bottle. She stood beside Leaf and pulled out the stopper. Thick liquid poured over him, sparkling in the candlelight. It smelled of crushed grass, morning glories, wild roses and heather. Rinko anointed Leannan's cock, rubbing its length with her hand until it glistened. Then she poured more of the fragrant lubricant into her palm and smeared it between Leaf's cheeks. Before departing, she stroked Leaf's forehead and kissed him.

  "Thank you, Rin,” he said.

  Guiding himself with his hand, Leannan plunged into Leaf's body, burying himself. Leaf groaned at the stretching and arched his back. Downy hair tickled his crevice, and his balls slapped against his Master's firm stomach. Leannan grabbed Leaf's hips and pulled him hard against his body, fucking him savagely. Skin smacked against skin. Leaf's fists gripped the chains that held him, and he flexed his arms, trying to meet his Master thrust for thrust.

  They picked up speed. Shuddering with the effort of bracing himself, Leaf's perspiration rained to the floor. He pulled Leannan toward him with his heels. The pale man, as damp with sweat as his slave, let his chest curve forward. His arms snaked under Leaf's back and his long fingers clawed at Leaf's shoulders, leaving magenta crescents and giving him more leverage to heave Leaf's body against him.

  The harder they fucked, the more Leannan bent in. Soon his chest was only an inch above Leaf's, with Leaf's legs curved so that his knees bumped against his shoulders. Tired of this position, Leannan seized Leaf firmly around the waist as the chains freed themselves from the invisible hooks above. Only Master's slim, strong arms held Leaf now. Leannan raised him, latching Leaf's knees around his snow-white shoulders. With one hand Leannan supported Leaf's ass, and with the other he grasped Leaf's hair and yanked his head back, licking his neck as he drove viciously up into him. Leaf held fast to his Master's shoulders, with both his arms and his legs, the chains hanging behind Leannan and pounding against the floor. His oiled cock rubbed against his Master's stomach.

  "Master, come inside me,” Leaf begged.

  "You come for me first,” Leannan said, drawing Leaf's hips closer and releasing his hair to jerk his cock in time with his thrusts.

  Obediently Leaf sprayed his Master's belly with hot seed. At the same moment he felt Leannan's come splash against the walls of his ass hole.

  "K-kiss me,” the slave boy pleaded. Leannan granted the request, smashing his mouth against Leaf's as they both released another spurt of semen. Then, unable to hold himself or Leaf, Leannan sunk to the floor and stretched out on his back. Leaf, still on his chest, let his legs fall peacefully on either side of his Master.

  "Night falls,” Rin said ominously. “We must prepare."

  * * * *

  Outside of the military headquarters, battalions of hundreds of men stood solemnly in perfect rectangles. General Waltman's guests walked a path between them, toward the ancient building with the ivy-covered columns where the gala would be held. The night was chilly, and few spoke. Most people kept their heads down nervously, and walked with small, quick steps.

  Leannan inclined his head toward Rin and said, “I hope this isn't what they call a revel. Back on the mountaintops of Connemara, on Midsummer's Eve, we knew how to have a good time."

  She chuckled in agreement. All three of them still felt a little tipsy from the quantity of wine they'd consumed at their picnic. “We knew how in Edo, too."

  Eyes roved over the small party as they passed between the groups of shoulders. Leaf wore a long, spruce vinyl loincloth, thin enough that it just covered his crotch and his ass, but brushing the tops of his feet. Three chains of gold, polished jade, amber and crystal-cut emeralds crossed the outsides of his thighs, attaching the front strip of material to the back. A sleeve of green chain mail, delicate and designed for decoration rather than defense, covered his left arm from shoulder to elbow. All of the jewels to match his skirt glittered among the links, and a strap held it in place under his opposite arm. His chest and stomach were bare but for the expensive gems he always wore.

  To match, Rin wore two squares of shiny, deep green over her chest and back, thick enough to hide the signs of her gender. Women, even slaves, had been banned from the General's event. Chains of gems like Leaf's held her shirt in place. A pair of tiny shorts showed off her muscular legs. Both wore knee-high boots with pointed toes, and collars around their necks. Each had a leash, green and decorated with gold, silver, and copper leaves.

  Leannan wore the kilt he'd had on earlier, and a shirt of the palest mint green. Over these he wore a grey waistcoat embroidered with swirling, silver vines and studded with emerald and topaz berries and a velvet jacket with long tails and buttons made of pearls. His hair, lightest lettuce, cascaded over his shoulders like a veil. His eye color matched: creamy jade. All of them wore charmed gloves impervious to Leannan's concoction. A whip coiled from the loop on Master's kilt.

  Inside, some of the higher-ran
king soldiers or wealthy traders had slaves with them, but nothing to compare with Leaf and Rin. Their physical beauty alone drew attention, and then there was the fact that they wore enough jewelry to purchase one's own island. Most of the evening was spent milling around, following behind Leannan as he talked to other guests, and trying to get close to the bald, ruddy-faced man they'd been hired to kill. The General always stood behind a wall of six or eight men, and moved to another part of the room when the three of them approached to give their regards.

  "It's as if the boar knows,” Leannan hissed to Rin, frustrated.

  "You're an assassin. You've worked for his predecessor. Of course he knows,” Rin said. Hidden within her shirt, the vial of poison waited. Rin, who'd sworn she didn't fear death, would need only to drop it on her fingers and touch the pig. It would look to all like the aging, overweight man's heart had given out.

  "I'm beginning to feel insulted,” Leannan said. “I should have been greeted personally right away."

  "Good evening, Sir,” a short man in crooked spectacles said to Leannan. “I just got a new shipment of old books, if you'd like to come to my shop and have a look. This one you call Leaf, right?"

  "That's right,” Leannan said. He didn't turn his head away from his associate, but his eyes followed the General, who drew nearer to where they stood.

  "This new one is quite nice too. Have you named him?"

  "Gold."

  "Expensive, I bet."

  "Yes,” Leannan said. “I don't mean to be rude, but I have to go now. I'll come by tomorrow and have a look at those books."

  "Fantastic!” the man said, clapping his hands. Then, eying Rin, “Perhaps we can work out a trade."

  Leannan wove through the throng, pulling Leaf and Rin by their necks. Soon he succeeded in getting close enough to the General that the older man couldn't ignore him without risking severe rudeness. He did, however, have his men close ranks in front of him. He greeted Leannan from a gap between their shoulders.