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Authors: K.A. Merikan
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lidded eyes. In contrast, the boy's mouth was very thin and broad, with small dimples at the corners. Thick, black eyebrows shadowed his eyes a bit and gave the delicate face a more grown-up look.
"I'm sorry. I will take you in," he said in a gentle tone, as if he were speaking to a frightened animal. Some of the passersby didn't treat Reuben's nakedness with quite the same tolerance. One man gave a long horse-like whinny, much to the amusement of the street crowd.
"Give me a blanket, please?" Reuben felt heat rush up to his cheeks. Why this humiliation? Hadn't he suffered enough already?
The boy shook his head with a sympathetic expression. "Sorry, I can't. Master won't allow it." He opened the cage after a few turns of a small knob that resembled those on safes. "Please, don't bite," he asked, slowly reaching into the cage to take hold of the chain hanging from the iron collar on Reuben's neck.
He gave the boy a confused look, but didn't budge. "Why can't I get a blanket? Just to the door. Please. You can use this black cover for the cage." He forced a smile, wanting to be as pleasing as possible.
"No, I would be punished." The boy tugged at the chain to pull him out of the cage. Laughter of strangers rang in Reuben's ears, and it was no better than the crowd he saw cheering on the zombies earlier.
Gritting his teeth, he pressed his lips together and decided to go out quickly, so that he could reach the house as soon as possible. He covered his crotch with his hands, but it didn't make him feel any less naked. With a pleasant smile, the boy led him into the mansion. The first thing that hit Reuben as the door closed behind them was the smell of buttery sweet cake. It was so soothing that he turned his head when they passed the room it came from.
"What will I be doing?" He looked around, taking in the interior with rising interest. The walls were decorated with majestic paintings of all kinds of horses. He had never seen such intricate artwork. The muscles tensing beneath the animals' skin were especially painted in much detail. There were two dark doors at both sides of the corridor that led past an elegant staircase with a thick, wooden banister. Its bottom end was beautifully carved into the shape of a horse head, and as the boy led him past the stairs, Reuben could see that all posts supporting the railing resembled an elegant leg of the same animal.
"The master will tell you," answered the boy in a soft voice, leading him past a door under the staircase and into the last one, barely visible in the dark corner at the end of the corridor. "I'm Jack."
"Reuben," he said with a sigh. The fact that the boy was introducing himself was a good sign. It meant that he might be working in the house. Not only had he been treated for lice, he'd also been completely shaved, apart from the top of his head. It was nice to be rid of the beard, but moments of having a sharp blade close to his balls and penis had been nauseating. Not to mention the embarrassment he was now suffering. To make matters worse, he heard a muffled girly giggle from behind him, but when he turned, there was no one there.
"Can I get some clothes now?"
Jack looked in the same direction, but shrugged. "Sorry, only if the master allows it."
The room was small and rather dark, but cozy. The walls were painted white, with a few framed prints and posters for decoration. Everything, from the greyish, wooden floor to the matching set of dark furniture, looked old and worn, but it was also very clean. There was a table with a started game of chess by the window and a narrow set of shelves filled with books and packages. A glass cabinet by the wall in front of them held plates, cups and other glassware, which was plain yet carefully polished. On their right, Reuben spotted a partially open door leading to a room with white tiles lining both the floor and walls.
"Is there anything you can tell me, boy?" He tried to hide his annoyance, but he wasn't very good at
"I'm sorry. I will take you in," he said in a gentle tone, as if he were speaking to a frightened animal. Some of the passersby didn't treat Reuben's nakedness with quite the same tolerance. One man gave a long horse-like whinny, much to the amusement of the street crowd.
"Give me a blanket, please?" Reuben felt heat rush up to his cheeks. Why this humiliation? Hadn't he suffered enough already?
The boy shook his head with a sympathetic expression. "Sorry, I can't. Master won't allow it." He opened the cage after a few turns of a small knob that resembled those on safes. "Please, don't bite," he asked, slowly reaching into the cage to take hold of the chain hanging from the iron collar on Reuben's neck.
He gave the boy a confused look, but didn't budge. "Why can't I get a blanket? Just to the door. Please. You can use this black cover for the cage." He forced a smile, wanting to be as pleasing as possible.
"No, I would be punished." The boy tugged at the chain to pull him out of the cage. Laughter of strangers rang in Reuben's ears, and it was no better than the crowd he saw cheering on the zombies earlier.
Gritting his teeth, he pressed his lips together and decided to go out quickly, so that he could reach the house as soon as possible. He covered his crotch with his hands, but it didn't make him feel any less naked. With a pleasant smile, the boy led him into the mansion. The first thing that hit Reuben as the door closed behind them was the smell of buttery sweet cake. It was so soothing that he turned his head when they passed the room it came from.
"What will I be doing?" He looked around, taking in the interior with rising interest. The walls were decorated with majestic paintings of all kinds of horses. He had never seen such intricate artwork. The muscles tensing beneath the animals' skin were especially painted in much detail. There were two dark doors at both sides of the corridor that led past an elegant staircase with a thick, wooden banister. Its bottom end was beautifully carved into the shape of a horse head, and as the boy led him past the stairs, Reuben could see that all posts supporting the railing resembled an elegant leg of the same animal.
"The master will tell you," answered the boy in a soft voice, leading him past a door under the staircase and into the last one, barely visible in the dark corner at the end of the corridor. "I'm Jack."
"Reuben," he said with a sigh. The fact that the boy was introducing himself was a good sign. It meant that he might be working in the house. Not only had he been treated for lice, he'd also been completely shaved, apart from the top of his head. It was nice to be rid of the beard, but moments of having a sharp blade close to his balls and penis had been nauseating. Not to mention the embarrassment he was now suffering. To make matters worse, he heard a muffled girly giggle from behind him, but when he turned, there was no one there.
"Can I get some clothes now?"
Jack looked in the same direction, but shrugged. "Sorry, only if the master allows it."
The room was small and rather dark, but cozy. The walls were painted white, with a few framed prints and posters for decoration. Everything, from the greyish, wooden floor to the matching set of dark furniture, looked old and worn, but it was also very clean. There was a table with a started game of chess by the window and a narrow set of shelves filled with books and packages. A glass cabinet by the wall in front of them held plates, cups and other glassware, which was plain yet carefully polished. On their right, Reuben spotted a partially open door leading to a room with white tiles lining both the floor and walls.
"Is there anything you can tell me, boy?" He tried to hide his annoyance, but he wasn't very good at
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