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His name was Texas Donovan. His very name struck fear into the hearts of many. He stood tall, dark, and dangerous. He had little patience for incompetence and did not suffer fools, lightly or otherwise. Fools were met at the end of the barrel of his gun.
His reach was far and wide in the underbellies of vast cities, and he ruled with an iron fist. He was known simply as Texas.
“Please, sir,” the man squirmed. “I did not know, please, have mercy.” The cheap suit was shit brown. The alley scent was thick and cloying, rotting food, sweat, and fear. The lumbering giant at Texas' side snorted at the mere mention of mercy. The man looked as if he would piss himself, kneeling at Texas' feet.
Texas flicked non-existent lint from his shoulder. In a voice calm and steady, he replied as if bored with the whole matter. “Okay,” the pitiful excuse of a man actually sighed with relief, round shoulders drooping. “I am to believe that you had no knowledge what so ever that the Mesa Group had been stealing right under your nose. Yet, in actuality, they were stealing from me.” The click and pop was startlingly loud and then deadly quiet.
The hole was small and perfectly between surprised eyes. The man slumped backwards into a pool of his own blood. The rich scent of copper added to the miasma of dispair.
Texas dropped the gun on the dead body, unconcerned if law enforcement dared to charge with him with a crime, “Pity.” Walking away, he knew that Mesa Group had already folded and his profits been returned with hefty interest besides. There was no room in his sydicate for weakness. He felt the lumbering presence at his back once more. No one in their right mind fucked with Texas.
*~*
With a nod from his guards, Texas entered his home as the sun was beginning to rise, leather clicking against imported marble floors. He had a penthouse in the heart of the city that had a panoramic view of his empire. The entire building and its bowels belonged to him. He gave little thought to that, such trivial matters bored him.
The door opened for him by a trusted guard and he took in the sight he expected, no demanded, to see. The door shut with a quiet snick.
The boy knelt in front of the flat screen television watching some silliness. His pale bottom rested on his heels. His bound wrists made trip after trip dipping into the popcorn bowl. He was naked except for his wrist cuffs and collar.
With a small smile twitching thin cruel lips, Texas snapped his fingers. He watched as the boy dropped the popcorn and looked over his naked shoulder. Purple eyes widened as the boy rose gracefully only to kneel once more after a few steps at the tall man’s feet, a press of forehead against expensive leather shoes.
“Have you had a good day?” He carded his fingers through the soft waterfall of honey blonde hair, the boy pushing his head against Texas' hand in response. “Up.” The boy stood once again with his head bowed respectfully. Texas lifted the beautiful face and kissed the boy deeply. Fingers dug deep into the soft curve of buttocks, bringing the boy flush against him, naked flesh against soft wool.
With a hand to the back of the boy’s neck, Texas gave the command of, “Come.” He turned and knew without a doubt that the boy trailed at his feet.
The man loosened his tie and removed his coat. Sitting in his wide recliner, he pulled the boy between his thighs. With a twirl of his finger, the boy followed the command and turned presenting his back and buttocks to the man.
Texas trailed his fingers over the dried cum on the hollow of the boy’s back. He had jacked off over the bound form, marking the boy with his seed before he had left for the evening. Cupping the round buttocks possessively, Texas liked to see his mark on his possession. Heat pooled in his gut.
Giving the tempting flesh a swat, the man sent the boy moving forward. He carefully poured his master a drink with his wrists bound together. He then brought it back, kneeling gracefully, presenting it without spilling a drop.
Taking the scotch, Texas slipped his thumb into the pretty bow shaped mouth. “Very good, Kitten.” The boy preened sucking and licking his master’s thumb like a cat.
The man’s cock rose under the alluring view of the pink tongue darting in and out. Spreading his thighs, Texas sat back. The boy nuzzled the hardened bulge with his cheek as he eased it out of the confines of soft slacks and silk boxers. Knowing his master’s preference, the boy paid homage to the hot flesh with a well trained mouth. A flattenen tongue laving against the length, pressing against blood thickened veins, warm breath against the tightened sac, and swollen lips nursing the wide crown of his cock.
Texas sipped his scotch watching his Kitten and enjoying the boy’s wet mouth. He sat the glass aside. With another finger snap, the boy crawled into his lap.
The man prepared the boy’s hole quickly and efficiently. The oil never far and easily accessed from the small table. The tight opening clenched around his fingers. He held the narrow hips and eased himself up into the tight wet heat, pulling the boy down onto his cock. The boy grunted and put his thumb into his mouth. His master liked to watch him suck while he got his ass fucked. His erection brushed the soft fabric of his master’s shirt. The boy was too well trained to cum before being told.
Texas enjoyed the slow fuck after a long day, and his Kitten was perfect. He pulled the boy down and ground deep as he spilled deep inside the snug vise. His little slave boy would not beg. The softened flesh slipped out of the boy’s swollen hole. The man watched as the boy pulled harder on his thumb to ward off his need for release. Cupping the slender erection, Texas gave the boy a nod.
With permission, the boy humped his master’s fist desperately until he sprayed his release. Texas put his cum covered fist to the boy's lips. His Kitten cradled his fist in his bound hands, and lapped it clean.
Texas lifted the boy and carried him to bed, his weight no more than that of child. Man and boy went to sleep in the light and caress of the rising sun.
*~*
Texas did not need much sleep.
His Kitten, however, was another story. The boy loved to luxiuriate in soft sheets in a deep, peaceful slumber. The man knew he would be taking his boy out for the evening. Waking him too soon would bring out sharp claws. He did not want to deal with a cranky Kitten. Pressing a kiss against sleep flushed skin of the exposed silky shoulder, he left his boy sleeping. Texas dressed in slacks and an open dress shirt, leaving his feet bare.
In his home, he was king. He was safe. He left enough bodies scattered around the city as he rose to the top to make sure of that.
His second waited, watching the sun set over the city. At the reflection of Texas, the big man turned. Jug handed him a current progresses report. Jug was built like a mountain and had stepped between Texas and the line of fire many times. There were not many who rated the level of trust that Texas put in Jug.
“He is here now?” Texas asked looking at the highlighted events.
“Yes sir. In the viewing room, he should be finishing.” The giant replied.
Texas nodded. He took the lift to the lower bowels of his complex. As soon as the doors opened he could hear the slap of flesh and grunting of an enthusiastic rut. The hallway was long and dark, cement bricks and concrete floors. His bare feet whispered silently as he stepped up to the window to watch.
The boy was suspended from the ceiling on a sling that secured his head and back. His wrist cuffs had been latched to the chains just under his shoulders. His legs were likewise lifted in a ninety degree angle from his hips to the ceiling. His ankles were bound in a similar fashion as his wrists.
Crossing his arms, Texas noted that the boy’s short black hair was dampened with sweat. His lovely brown eyes were currently covered in a single strip black silk blindfold. His full lips were stretched around a ball gag. All were of particular note to the man. The current session was listed for an hour and Texas did not want his puppy irreparably damaged.
The boy’s head turned side to side against the neck support, arching his neck in pleasure at the deep thrusts. The man that fucked him was in his fifties with a head of silver hair. His thick fingers dug furrows into the slender hips of the boy as the man lifted him and thrust even deeper.
Texas could tell by the tempo of the naked man’s bucking hips that he close to climax. Looking at his watch, Texas stepped away from the window to stand by the door.
Soon the sounds were silenced and the portly gentleman exited the viewing room in a silky robe, wiping his hands on a cloth. “Ah, Texas, your bitch was a great fuck as all ways.”
Barely acknowledging the man, Texas nodded. “He will be performing this evening at Syn. You will be on the private list, Mr. Hawthorne.”
“Very interesting,” Hawthorne wiped sweat from his brow. “You know I would pay millions to have your kitten screaming under me.” The man looked up into cold, lethal eyes. He knew that if Texas had been armed, he would have been looking down the barrel of a gun. “Right, then," clearing his throat, Hawthorne took a resolute step away from Texas, "Tonight at Syn. I will be there.”
Texas walked into the room with the parting shot of, “Tell your wife hello.” He liked the measure of control knowing that Hawthorne was reminded of his place that Texas could easily destroy.
He paced around the boy’s trembling body taking note of what had been used on him. Nipples were red and raw. His bottom that leaked Hawthorne’s cum was cherry red. He released the boy’s bound form slowly and eased him to his feet, careful with the blood rushing back into unused limbs. He turned him, checking for broken skin. Nipple clamps and spanking were so very typical, so very boring.
The boy hissed when Texas dipped one finger into his swollen anus and softly probed. There was no internal damage. If there had, Hawthorne would have had some humiliating questions to answer for by not only his wife but his board of trustees.
With a squeeze to the back of his puppy’s neck, Texas secured his ownership collar. Even without it, the boy knew who he belonged to. Stupid fucks like Hawthorn thought that taking away the collar gave them some sort of leverage over Texas' control. Stupidity, indeed. It was then he removed the ball gag and blindfold. Blissful brown eyes looked up at his master.
Texas gave the boy his approval by kissing his sweaty forehead and attached the leash to the collar. Then his puppy sank gracefully to all fours without flinching at the cold cement. He followed his master out of the viewing room, reddened, freshly fucked ass swaying enticingly.
Handing the leash to Jug, Texas ordered, “Have him cleaned and fed, then put him to bed. He needs to get what rest he can. He will have a long night ahead.”
*~*
Texas sat on the large bed leaned against the heavy oak headboard. He was enjoying the view of his Kitten going through his preparations for the evening. He was already half hard, enjoying the view of the slender neck bared for his view. The boy had pulled his hair up high on the back of his head. He had to squirm against the increased pressure of blood pooling in his groin when the violet robe slipped and bared one creamy shoulder.
The boy met his master’s lust filled gaze in the mirror and allowed the robe to puddle at his waist, baring neck, shoulders, and back for his master’s enjoyment. “Someone is in a mood tonight.” Texas commented. His Kitten loved to go the clubs that were owned by his master.
The man knew he could have the boy under him and his cock up his ass in a matter of moments. But his Puppy was expected to perform at the club. The money made from the silent auction for his services would be in the millions. If he got his Kitten under him, he would not want to leave. Texas would not put personal gratification before his business. He had fought his way to the top, a little indulgence would be seen as weakness. Blood in the water for the sharks circling to take him down.
The boy’s lips curved as he expertly lined his eyes in heavy kohl. Next he coated his lips making them look lush and wet. He raised an inquiring eyebrow to Texas' reflection.
“I believe I want white tonight.” The man ordered. The boy selected an ornate wooden box and stood the robe fluttering to the floor, offering his naked body for his master’s view. He then knelt at the man’s feet, offering up the box.
Texas unbound the honey brown locks and allowed them to fall. He then grasped the back of the boy’s neck. The boy rose gracefully and walked over to a low chest, bending at the waist to retrieve a small white bundle. Texas bit back the moan at the beautiful curves of ass that parted offering him a mouth watering view of the rosebud that winked at him.
“Enough.” Texas growled. Kitten knew how far he could push his Master. The boy knelt, offering the bundle and then touched his forehead to the floor at his master’s feet. “Up,” the man ordered.
The Kitten kissed the bare instep of his Master's slender foot before kneeling up. Purple eyes peeked out between honey bangs. It was his way of asking for forgiveness.
With a heavy hand against his Kitten’s nape, Texas pulled the boy to his feet. He took the hairless balls into his palm. With narrowed eyes, Texas ordered, “Behave.” He then took his Kitten’s mouth in a harsh kiss. The boy opened his mouth submissively causing his master to growl deep in his chest.
Pushing the boy back, Texas opened the box and chose several items. He first locked wide golden cuffs around the narrow wrists. He quickly added small hoops to the boy’s perky nipples. Texas then selected a small gold hoop and a gold rope like chain. He attached to the chain to the hoop. He inserted the navel ring, ran the chain around the slender hips and then attached the other end of the chain to the ring. His final selections were the matching wide gold collar and leash. Texas helped his Kitten into the ultra short white leather hot pants. The zipper connected the front to the back, allowing Texas access to his Kitten’s cock and ass. He rubbed his thumbs over the boy’s prominently displayed hip bones.
Texas attached the leash and used it to pull his Kitten close. Cupping the boy’s groin, the man asked, “Are you ready to go get Puppy?” The boy smiled and leaned into his master’s arms.
*~*
Texas entered Syn taking in the forms of debauchery. Naked boys writhed to the beat of the music and entertained men and women in darkened booths. With a nod of his head, the music went silent.
He was the master of all he surveyed. Texas walked slowly down the center of the club to his private booth. He held two leashes. No one dared to look at his Kitten. That was not the case for his Puppy. It was Jug's bulk that kept wandering hands from groping what Texas owned.
Texas was once again reminded that despite the color of hair and eyes, his Kitten and his Puppy were identical twins. The man took his seat with his Kitten at his feet. His Puppy stood on the dais, tempting club goers with what was to come.
His Puppy stood with his back straight and his head lowered submissively. The dark hair was carefully arranged to look as though the boy had been fucked. His chest was crisscrossed in a black leather harness that had a large ring at the sternum. His boy also wore a wide black collar and matching cuffs. His ring bound cock was covered with a black leather pouch. The boy’s golden skin was displayed, oiled and glistening under the strobe of bright flashing lights.
A red head in trashy, cheap leather made her way into Texas' domain uninvited. She ignored Texas' glare and sat across from him, crossed one high heeled boot over the other.
"Leave," Texas growled. His Kitten curled into his legs, pressing his head against Texas' thigh.
Georgia, his sister, waved a negligent hand. Being family, Texas had begrudgingly made her operation manger of the club. "You need to put the Pup on the roster during the day hours. He already has a waiting list a mile long just for blow jobs and lap dances. Syn makes more money when he's here."
"No."
She gave an inelegant snort. Her avarice gaze landed on the pampered pet at her brother's feet. "What about your pretty little pussy?"
Jug pointed a gun at her head. Rolling her eyes, she spat, "At least think about it, not making money where you can will be seen as weak." She flounced away and into the sea of writhing bodies.
Texas ignored her, carding his Kitten's hair until black memories faded away and he was in control once more.
Texas nodded to Jug. The giant took the boy’s leash and led him to the darkened stage. The Puppy’s pouch was stripped away leaving behind a hard and leaking cock. His wrists and his harness rings were attached to a hook that was just high enough to leave the boy on his toes. The sound of a wolf’s howl had the spotlight turning red on the stage.
A man in black leather and a mask asked the crowd, “Do you think the Puppy will howl tonight? Will he break?” The crowd cheered and screamed. “We shall see!!!”
Texas settled back with his Kitten in his lap.
The man in leather started out slow. He lubricated the boy’s ass and inserted a fairly large butt plug. The Puppy did not flinch. The man took a leather covered paddle and had the rounded ass deep red in a matter of minutes, but this was the warm up. The Puppy’s ass was covered in welts by a thin ruler. Then the man placed even stripes from nape to thigh with a leather bull whip. Still the Puppy did not cry out, he rocked into the blows.
Texas unzipped his Kitten’s shorts and began playing with his ass, dipping a teasing finger at the puckered flesh. He enjoyed feeling his boy’s squirming body in his lap.
The man put away the whip. He then dripped hot wax against the rounded muscles of the Puppy’s ass. He even dribbled it down the separating crease. That caused an audible hiss. The man stepped up behind the distended body and began lying open palmed blows against the boy’s abraded flesh. The spot light picked up the glimmer of tears in the tightly squeezed eyes.
The man then looked to Texas, who nodded. With approval, the man lifted a razor sharp knife that glinted in the bright lights. The crowd gasped as one. Texas knew if his property was scarred this night, the man would forfeit his life.
It seemed to have no rhyme or reason as tiny cuts were placed into the Puppy’s flesh. Blood eased down the boy’s chin from bitten lips. It was when the man cut into the welts across the boy’s back, that the boy tipped back his head. The Puppy cried out, “No more, master, please!!! No more!!” The crowd roared.
Texas turned his Kitten quickly and thrust up into his lubricated opening. Hearing the Puppy break made the man go wild. He fucked his Kitten hard, feeling the boy arch back, thumping his head against his master’s shoulder. His release was sudden and had his guts wrenching.
The sound of the Puppy went straight to the man’s loins. Texas would never hear his Kitten cry out in ecstasy.