*Hello and welcome to the newest chapter of Poor Simon!
The following piece has gay BDSM, serious Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those scare you or turn you off, then scram.
I have decided to devise a 1-10 scale on how rough the sex is in each chapter just to give you an idea. 1 is strait-up consensual vanilla sex with 2 partners, and 10 is out-and-out torture. The following piece is a 4
All characters are 18+
Because of technical difficulties I am rewriting this piece from memory and I am open to suggestions, though I am not guaranteeing that I will use them.
As always, the following submission is a work of fiction only, and none of this is safe, sane, or real, so don't get any ideas.
And with that, enjoy the next chapter of Poor Simon!*
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I rested for about an hour, and Master woke me up by a light lash of the whip. Not enough to hurt, but enough to sting a little and wake me up. As always, when I looked up into that face, I felt the pull of his masculine attraction, and the shame of lusting after the man who was keeping me captive. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
"Get on the floor Simon. Lunch is here."
I crawled onto the floor and then he got up and went to the door, leaving me by the bed. Thomas was there with our food and he gave me a little wave.
I was instantly curious. Why had he told me to go onto the floor as soon as the door opened? Was it just because it was time for lunch? Or was it because he hadn't wanted anyone to see me on the bed? Was Master doing something embarrassing, or even forbidden by letting me sleep on his bed? I remembered how he had looked around the steam room almost anxiously when he let my head rest on his shoulder, and I wondered.
All thoughts were driven from my head as he came in with a plateful of steaming food and the smell made me lightheaded and dizzy with hunger-cramps. The plate was pile high with pork and vegetables in a fragrant brown sauce, white rice, and some shrimp and vegetables in a different sauce. I had to swallow hard to get rid of the saliva flooding my mouth.
When he sat down on the bed he looked at me and patted his knee. If I was a dog I would have wagged my tail with joy. I crawled forward so I was almost between his legs and I rested my chin on his leg with a soft sigh. I could feel the firm muscle under my jaw. After he took two bites of his meal, he held a sliver of water chestnut to my mouth with the chopsticks and I gratefully took it. We had the meal this way, with him putting tidbits of food in my mouth and me leaning on his leg like an adoring dog. I tried to clear my mind and simply enjoy the experience without the nagging shame and doubt.
I felt a pang of nervous excitement as he reached into the chest, but to my surprise, he took out a bottle of suntan lotion. He saw my surprise and chuckled quietly.
"You're from Minnesota Simon, and you're blonde. We can't leave you looking so pasty-white, not when we have the sun on our side. Your skin is very pale, so our sessions will be short and assisted by lotion at first."
Without bothering to give me anything to wear, he clipped the leash and we walked outside. I was half-blinded by the sun at first, and then I tried to look around. We were on a narrow cement path on the way to a bright blue kidney-shaped pool. The pool was crowded with several masters and submissives and an old Asian man clipping the bushes that surrounded it. The path was also trimmed with strip flower gardens. The island was small and flat and rocky. I could see two other buildings, one small and boxy and plain and the other a graceful white building about the size of a small elementary school. The building we had come from was also white, but a little larger. There was a pier that extended into the ocean and had four mid-sized boats in metal cradles, and a helipad with two large black copters surrounded by a tall wrought-iron fence.
We entered the pool area. Two girls, the redhead from my table and an Asian girl I didn't recognize were in the shallow end of the pool, kissing and writhing in the water as a master and a mistress looked on. Six submissives were on their stomachs on blue mats, their naked backs gleaming with either oil or sweat as they sunbathed. Raine waved cheerily at me from the shade of a blue umbrella and I blushed a little. I was easily the palest person here, even Raine had slightly tanned skin.
His Master, the chubby man with the horn-rims nudged him and Raine skipped over, smiling mischievously (not all the masters made their Fish crawl like mine did). He stood in front of Master Anthony, smiling with his hands behind his back and wearing only a scanty little bikini bottom in a blindingly bright shade of blue.
"Master Paul told me that I could ask permission to oil Simon up."
He smirked at me as I blushed and hid behind Master's legs. I was a little afraid of Raine, I just never knew what to expect.
"Alright Raine, but don't play with him too much, we have plans."
I made a muffled little sound of surprise before I could stop myself and I could feel the blush on my cheeks get hotter then ever. The sun was already baking my pale skin.
"Aw, your so cute! Wanting big bad Master Anthony to use all his wiles on you!" He was using baby talk, and that just made me flush harder. "Come here Kitty-cat, I'll get you all oiled up."
Master bent, and to my surprise he used a small key to open the lock on my collar. Without it I felt strangely naked. I had felt relatively fine moments ago, but only with the collar gone did I feel truly naked. I lay on my back on a blue mat and nervously clenched my hands into fists as he poised himself on his knees with the bottle of SPF 10 sun lotion in his hands. He squirted it into his hands with a coy smile and started rubbing his hands together.
