The Training of Toby (Masters of the Mansion Book 2)

by Steele, Suzanne

  They watched as Jute worked his magic and the end result was a woman who hung from neon purple hemp in a very sexy and alluring manner. Hempster had even gone so far as to weave neon green rope through her hair and it truly was a roping masterpiece that could be a kink magazine centerfold. Judging by the professional photographer taking pictures for the roper, that is exactly where this piece of art would be immortalized. Cameras and camera phones weren’t normally allowed, but an exception had been made for the ropers with the understanding that no bystanders would be photographed.

  There were too many high profile people who were part of the lifestyle and they couldn’t afford to be outed to the mainstream community. America was just too closed-minded when it came to matters of kink. Master William was always grateful for the fact that he was able to live his lifestyle 24/7. He made up his mind over a decade ago to live his life out in the open and he was one of the lucky few able to not give a fuck about society and all the hang-ups that went with it.

  “Excuse me,” Master William spoke as he made his way across the room. He heard Master Richard chuckle when he saw that he headed towards Mistress Diamond and Toby. His friend and colleague knew him all too well. Master William had no intention of letting his slave and her trainee out from under his watchful eye tonight.

  He could already feel his cock jump when he thought of what he had in store for them later on tonight. He made his way up to her, leaned in, and started whispering in her ear. Though he spoke in French, she knew exactly what he was saying. “You look absolutely divine, my lady. I expect for you to stay in my sight tonight. Is that understood?”

  “I’m a big girl. I don’t think I need a babysitter in the form of a Master, Sir.”

  His fingers clamped down on her upper arm in such a forceful manner that it caused her to wince in pain. “Don’t fuck with me, slave.” He directed his gaze, which was more of a glare, in Toby’s direction. “I’d hate to have to discipline your slave for your disobedience.”

  That seemed to not only get her attention, but worked in changing her attitude as well. “Yes, Sir, I’ll be good,” she muttered.

  “Very good, it’s nice to know you see things my way, mistress. He made certain to express the word mistress in a sarcastic manner because, in his mind, she was anything but when it came to him.

  He looked up to view Agent Turner and Agent Murphy making their way over to them. What the agent said when he arrived caused a clenching in his gut that had nothing to do with sexual arousal.

  “We need to talk. The three of you are in danger.”

  The Killer

  Being a wallflower had its advantages, the killer thought to himself as he stood off to the side and watched the activities. He looked forward to the times he was able to make his way into The Mansion undetected. They were so strict with their monitoring of membership applications. Who the fuck did they think they were anyway? His money was just as good as anyone else’s. He couldn’t help but feel slighted by these self-appointed Masters and Mistresses when they passed over his application.

  They acted like unless you were some professional roper, or some high and mighty, upper echelon celebrity, they wouldn’t admit you into their tightly guarded circle. He hated cliques. He had suffered terribly in high school, never fitting in, and it seemed to have followed him into adulthood. They’d respect him one day. His would be a household name that instilled fear in all who heard it; he’d make sure of that.

  He looked up to see the Senator leaning against the wall like he was God’s gift to women. Who was he kidding with that paunch gut and receding hairline? The killer wondered how the vanilla voters who put him in office would feel about what he did in his private time. He had half a mind to tape the son of a bitch but didn’t have that option since The Mansion Masters didn’t allow cell phones or cameras into events. They didn’t allow alcoholic beverages either—fucking control freaks.

  It really made no difference to him, or so he told himself. He was here to stalk, to study, and to possibly find his next victim. He perked up when he noticed Master William. He discreetly watched as he made his way over to Mistress Diamond and Toby. He was pleased when he noted the agents had made their arrival. Hail, hail, the gang’s all here.

  He discreetly eased over to try and eavesdrop on their conversation, making sure to duck behind a corner unnoticed. He listened as the man he knew as Agent Turner spoke.

  “We don’t want to alarm you but we believe Toby is in danger. We came across a DVD that had been slipped under the door of his apartment. It was very sinister, to say the least. A masked man threatened him and we’ve concluded anyone protecting the boy is also at risk. There has been another killing since Toby’s arrival here and the manner in which the woman was murdered was quite gruesome. She was skewered and we have reason to believe this guy has ties to the community because he is familiar with several different fetishes.”

  “Any members in the medical field are suspect,” his partner interjected.

  “Why?” Master William asked.

  “His knowledge of human anatomy is quite extensive.”

  The killer listened as the redhead spoke. It was the woman he knew as Agent Murphy, Agent Turner’s partner.

  “The best thing you all can do right now is to use the buddy system. Don’t allow Toby out of your sight unless one or both of you can accompany him. There really is safety in numbers when it comes to instances like this. We don’t want to give this guy a crime of opportunity type setting. There is no doubt in my mind that he will use the opening if given the chance.”

  “Why has he fixated on Toby?” Mistress Diamond asked.

  “We don’t know that he is, per se, fixated on him in the sense of stalking. We do believe that he was initially drawn to him because of his innocence. You need to look at members who have been denied membership and/or any members who have been banished from the BDSM community. Even though Toby just happened to come here by choice, this guy had a vendetta against The Mansion, and its inhabitants, long before Toby came here. Toby is just icing on the cake. This guy has been ignored most of his life and now he’s looking to make a name for himself.”

  The killer listened as Master William chuckled and spoke, “You got all that from profiling?”

  “Hey, what can I say? My Mistress and I are good at our jobs.”

  Hmph, we’ll see just how good you are at your job. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be the laughing stock of the law enforcement community.

  That’s the way the killer saw things because, in his mind, he was the smartest man in the room.

  Master William

  Master William wasted no time grabbing Diamond’s arm and whisking her away to a private room. She stumbled after him with her slave in tow on a leash.

  “We need to talk,” he growled in her ear as he pushed her down the hallway and into one of the many playrooms.

  He locked the door before he turned his full attention to Toby and said, “Get undressed, boy. You just became mine.” The Master made sure his look was cold enough to leave no room for argument.

  “What are you doing?” Mistress Diamond asked, shaking her head in confusion.

  “You heard me. He falls under my ownership too. After the news we just got from those agents, your little twosome just became a threesome. Now, get out of those fucking clothes. I think Toby wants to watch me fuck you while you suck his cock.”

  He directed Toby to get on the bed and sit up against the headboard. Then, they both watched as she shed her clothes, him with blatant hunger and Toby with nervous submissiveness.

  “Get on all fours and start sucking the boy’s cock.” He stared into her face with seriousness and he knew that she understood why he was doing this. Master William didn’t take the boy being in danger lightly and if he was going to share ownership of him, then he was going to share the responsibility of training him.

  He undressed and watched her as she took Toby’s hard cock into her mouth.

  “You’re a
lready hard, boy. You like the idea of me dominating you, don’t you?” He continued speaking when Toby hesitated, “Answer me, boy! Unless you need a flogging to help you make up your mind.”

  “I don’t understand, Sir.”

  “If you fall under my protection, then you fall into my bed too. Don’t you take your eyes off me while I’m fucking her and you damn sure better be looking me in the eye when you come. Your orgasms belong to me now.”

  Toby’s breath hitched as Mistress Diamond worked his cock over. Master William stroked his cock from where he was situated behind Diamond. He pushed just the head into her wet opening and smacked down on her ass when she attempted to push back on it. “Greedy, aren’t you, girl?”

  His eyes bore into Toby, who was fixated on him at the moment. “Oh, she is a good, little, cock sucking slave—my good, little, cock sucking slave.” His thrusts became more urgent as he witnessed Toby on the brink of coming. “Now, ask your Master to let you come.” He was pleased to hear the boy begging and pleading in urgency right before he gave him permission. Then, he came unglued. After all, you really haven’t experienced BDSM to its fullest until you’ve had a threesome.

  The Killer

  The killer made his way around the outskirts of the room, eyeing the various demonstrations until he stopped where the ropers, Jute and Hempster, were working. Perfect timing and never removing his eyes from the crowd enabled him to maneuver a bag over in his direction where he discreetly nudged it around a corner. Out of sight, he placed the strap over his shoulder and quietly made his way out the door without anyone noticing.

  He walked quickly to his vehicle and tossed the bag into the trunk of his car. He was tired of being looked down upon by these fucking self-proclaimed BDSM superstars. When he finished with them, they would all know who he was and he was going to make sure they regretted ignoring him. He’d make sure of that.

  They were going to see that he had the power to fuck their lives up beyond anything they could ever imagine. He was tempted to frame them for the next murder he planned to commit, but his ego wouldn’t allow it. They would, however, be aware of the fact that he could get close to them without their knowledge; that would warrant their respect.

  When they realized he’d been right under their noses, close enough to steal their gear, they’d cringe. Everyone in the community would be wondering who was next on his hit list. They’d talk about him at their sacred little munches. His name would be on the tips of their tongues. He would be the dark shadow lingering in their collective subconscious.

  All of the high and mighty Masters and Doms who prided themselves on getting into people’s heads, on being the masters of the mind-fucks they so enjoyed inflicting on their subs, all of them would be in fear of him. When it was all said and done, he would be the ultimate master of the mind-fuck.

  In the end, he would be the one with all the power. He would be the one in control and in charge. Their lives would revolve around him as they mandated to their subs and slaves that they could no longer go out in public unattended. Their lives would be ruled by fear, fear of him getting his hands on them and wrenching their worthless lives away.

  They were all going to be subservient to him as they walked around in fear he directed with blood stained hands. The thought of bloodstained hands gave him an idea, a very dark and sinister idea. This next kill was going to be a very enjoyable one.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Toby

  Toby woke up feeling as if he was being watched. His eyes instinctively darted over to the chair where Master William was sitting. He listened as his voice cut through the air with an authority that only a true Master or Dom possessed.

  “I’m a hard man, but not a man who is unable to bond with my slaves. I take it personally when an outsider threatens one of my own. You belong to me now, Toby, and I take matters of possession very seriously. You may talk openly, boy. Say what’s on your mind.”

  “Master,” Toby noted a sinister grin cross the man’s face who was eyeing him with his piercing blue gaze. “Sir, I, uh, I’m not gay.”

  A hearty laughter rang through the air and Toby was shocked. He hadn’t ever thought Master William capable of levity or considered him to be even remotely relatable and the laughter made him seem, well… human.

  “Boy, you have so much to learn. BDSM goes far beyond sex.” The Master’s gaze was menacing as he continued to speak. “I enjoy control and the idea of controlling you through the hands of your Mistress intrigues me. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

  Toby looked down, feeling a little embarrassed because the whole scene had turned him on and he didn’t yet understand why.

  “Yes, Sir, I just don’t understand why.”

  Toby watched as Master William leaned in as if to emphasize what he was about to say. “Being controlled turns you on. I can offer you safety and I can offer you a long-term relationship with not only your Mistress, but with me as your owner. You, as the sub, hold the power. Are you going to give me ownership of you, allow me to protect you, and allow me to show you things about yourself that you never knew existed?”

  Toby knew that he wanted what Master William was offering and he scrambled from the bed before he had the chance to change his mind. He knelt down in front of Master William and felt proud, something he had never felt with anyone but his Mistress, when he heard Master William’s next words.

  “Good boy, such a very good boy…”

  Chapter Twenty Three

  The Killer

  The killer watched as Jute quickly made his way down the outside steps leading up to his apartment. He was well aware of how ropers felt about their gear; it was literally an extension of themselves. He knew that, by now, the poor guy was probably baffled by the fact that his bag of gear had just seemingly disappeared. Knowing the guy was probably going out of his mind, wondering who would do something like this to him, was an aphrodisiac for the killer. He was no different than the Dominants he hated so deeply in that he enjoyed a good mind-fuck. Knowing he’d been the cause of the man’s stress was similar to the high he got from killing. The preparation, the mind-fuck, and the confusion and fear he caused his victims, was absolutely delicious to a depraved man like him.

  He’d been sitting in the parking lot for over an hour and he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to bring his plan to pass. This guy was hardly ever alone and if he was going to make his move, it was now or never. He exited his car and made his way over to the young man.

  “Hey, I think I may have accidently picked up your gear last night.”

  The killer could see the wave of relief wash over the man’s face at the thought of getting his bag back. With no hesitation or apprehension whatsoever, Jute followed a serial killer over to his car and watched him as he opened the trunk. The killer made certain he never saw the syringe. It held a potent drug that would render his victim helpless. He couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the prick and the sting of its contents go into his system. In a matter of seconds, a full grown man was rendered compliant and everything was going as planned.

  The killer pulled the victim into the backseat of his car. It was getting too difficult to abduct victims in the luxury sedan; it was time to upgrade to a van. He rather liked the idea of having a van and setting it up in a sinister fashion. He could already envision various contraptions that would enable it to service him in all his malevolent desires.

  He could hear the man stirring in the backseat. Even though he knew the man was drugged, he pressed down on the car’s accelerator to hasten their arrival to their destination—the warehouse district in a Portland neighborhood.

  He navigated through the neighborhood that had, at one time, been just a typical, American, middle class area. Those days were long gone now that the huffers and drug dealers had taken over the area. It used to house local entrepreneurs who ran small corner stores providing for the everyday needs of the community. Now, it was overrun with teens, standing on street corners and breathing the toxic fu
mes of paint through dirty rags clutched in their hands.

  The summer before, one of the long-term neighbors, who had refused to leave his home despite the influx of delinquents, killed one of the boys when he had broken into his home. No charges were filed and, for a while, it had kept the paint heads at bay. Before long, though, they returned to resume their antics, breaking and entering in search of money to buy the chemicals their bodies craved.

  The killer pulled behind the warehouse that contained his implements of torture and got out of the car to open the garage type door. The thought that he needed to install an automatic door crossed his mind and he filed it away in his mental to-do list. He quickly ran back to the car and opened the back door to pull out the heavy, drugged body. His victim fell onto the concrete with a sickening thud.

  He half carried, half dragged Jute, who was still incoherent from the drugs running through his system. Yes, he was in desperate need of a more accommodating vehicle. No self-respecting serial killer should have to endure this much unnecessary struggle. The drugs in the man’s system were making him much more of an inconvenience; he was dealing with dead weight.

  Finally, after struggling for what felt like fifteen minutes, he was able to get the man in the building and on the adjustable table. This was one of those times he was grateful for the adjustable mechanism. Up until now, he had dealt with mostly women. This guy was large. He was certain it came in handy for a man in the business of roping but, right now, it was wreaking havoc with his muscles. It had taken all he had to subdue the man and get him restrained. He took a moment and sat down in a chair he had in the large warehouse room, trying to steady his breathing and thinking about what possible avenues of recourse he wanted to take next.