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Arel!
And Kors already out of habit, not at all restraining himself, just as he spanked Nik, gave Arel a box on the ear; and he, like Nik, only shrank slightly and swallowed it without answering.
You need to put a chastity belt on him. Otherwise, he will make children and continue the spoiled family.
Who needs him!
Are you kidding? His expensive clothes, long hair and tall stature will perfectly attract peasants and slaves, this is quite enough for them. Valentine, can you hear thoughts? Suddenly asked Kors, abruptly changing the subject from an unexpected guess.
And Valentine trembled again and timidly answered:
Yes, sir. Quite a bit, only sir Arels, sir Niks and sir Verniys.
Kors shook his head.
Yeah Arel, and all your fault is your carelessness and stupidity! Gods, what am I to do with you all? How to fix this mess?
Put it back on, Arel ordered Valentin, nodding at the helmet, and the boy immediately began to pull it over his disheveled head, slipping a hard leather collar under the collar. He couldnt himself tighten the lacing on the back of his head, and Arel helped him and closed the back with a lock again.
Kors watched as Valentine himself put on a slavish attribute, as it seemed to Kors, he did it even with some kind of joy or relief he humbly bowed his head when Arel laced him up.
But his character is not at all the same as that of Chester, remarked Kors, or is it you, Arel, who knocked all the crap out of him?
Valentine, get out, get out! Arel ordered, and Valentine rushed to the exit.
We should have sent him to Verniy to at least wash his face, hes grimy as a pig, said Kors.
Arel didnt answer, he was clearly tired of being busy with a slave. He held out his hand to Kors.
Go here.
Kors responded, and Arel threw him onto his skins, holding him to himself.
Arel, do you love me?
Yes, Arel whispered, leaning on Kors with his whole body and pulling off his pants.
Chapter 5
Why have you got drunk? I let you go play your fucking cards! I gave you permission! I fulfilled your wish, because I know how much you love it! And you got drunk!
Kors shouted at his Nik, who returned to their tent in the morning and was pretty drunk.
All clear! Dull silence! A rams look!
Kors kicked in annoyance at their camp bed, on which Nik was sitting, and Nik quickly moved aside.
I drank quite a little
Have you seen yourself from the side?
Forgive me
Yes, for you to say I'm sorry is as easy as to go have a piss!
You said one cant say that express himself in this way.
Why have you got drunk again? I dont understand, explain to me!
Nik thought for a while:
Because its its very pleasant.
Pleasant?! Is it pleasant to drink and hang around with all sorts of obscure personalities?
Personalities?
With all sorts of garbage!
Its fun
Kors literally gasped with indignation:
Fun?! Well, for goodness sake! I have no words! Your drunken friends will break your head sooner or later! Mador will split your stupid head, this will be also fun!
No.
Yes! This is usually the end of such adventures, believe me, I know. And you choose your friends the right way only crap!
Nik slid off the trestle bed and knelt in front of his father, bending down to him and kissing his boots. He knew that Kors really liked this demonstration of humility and obedience: at the very beginning of their relationship, Kors forced Nik to do it, angering and humiliating him, but now, as time passed, he taught his son to such an expression of love and gratitude. Nik was used to this and often, without orders, crawled at Kors feet, licking his boots like a faithful dog. Kors was always happy to let him do it, but now he brutally threw him away.
Having slightly lost his balance (both from Kors kick and from the fact that he was very drunk), Nik fell on his side, but quickly pulled himself together and sat down. He didnt rise from his knees and was silent, allowing his father to scold him. No matter how hard he tried, Kors didnt feel a stream of suffering or any kind of experience from Nik. Deciding that it was alcohol to blame, which blocked his sons consciousness and prevented him from being sad and fully feeling the burden of guilt, Kors stopped scolding him:
Put on the mask! I cant see your drunken face! Oh, demonic nature, why should I be so punished to have such a son!
Nik, upset, but obediently reached for his mask and put it on. He finally got up from his knees and lay down on their trestle bed on his side, facing the wall, clearly trying not to stick out like a sore thumb and not provoke Kors. Frustrated, Kors left him alone and lay down on the skins next to him, defiantly embracing Arel.
They slept almost all day and only woke up in the evening.
Can I take off my mask? Nik asked cautiously. Ill wash and brush my teeth.
What for are you asking me?! When you get drunk, you dont ask me! Kors snapped sharply and irritably.
Nik sat in front of him with his head down, and Kors saw that he had not touched the mask, didnt take it off without permission.
You can take it off!
Thank you, daddy, please forgive me.
Oh!
Nik took off his mask and looked at his father apologetically. He looked sad. Unable to remain serious at the sight of his cute face, Kors involuntarily smiled.
Well, enough to flutter your eyelashes!
I dont do it on purpose! Why are you making fun of me? You made me this way yourself, and now you laugh!
I made it beautifully!
Yes, you just went too far! And now it amuses you that I look so!
Im not laughing
No, youre laughing.
No!
Vitor, I want to spend time with you, I'm yours. But please dont laugh at me. I am not a toy!
Im not laughing or playing with you, my doll, my porcelain figurine. Yes, I can scold you a little, but with love and for your own good. Can I do it this way?
This way yes.
Yes, honey, yes.
Please, Vitor, l am open to you, do you understand? Dont break my heart!
I am also open, Kors strongly supported him, and it is you who break my heart with your behavior! How can I trust you if you only care about drinking and partying?
No, I dont care about it! I love you!
I love you too! Shouted Kors. And it makes me vulnerable to your antics! One wave of your eyelashes, and I succumb to you for everything!
No, I yield myself to you! When you scold and beat me, and I dont dare to answer you, because I am afraid of losing your love.
And it is right. I fell out of love with Arel precisely because he didnt listen to me well. If you dont contradict me and obey me, I wont stop loving you, I will never stop loving you! Well be happy. I will make you happy, Kors reached out to his face and gently ran his fingers over the scar. I would rather do your treatment! I will remove this scar from you, I will heal it.
Are you ashamed of me because of it? It spoils everything, doesnt it?
I havent said that.
Even when you fuck my mouth, you always try to shove you cock into a healthy cheek and never into a scarred one.
Damn it, Nik! Sometimes you really need to be dicked to keep you quiet! Unable to restrain himself, Kors raised his voice again.