Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins (8 page)

“Brazil, you actually made me laugh,” Chayton chuckled and Brazil smiled with relief that the Master was satisfied with his role.
 
“Ramone, you will spend the night with Brazil and express my appreciation for his performance.”
 
Chayton knew the two men were becoming attached, and the murmured acknowledgement from Ramone was edged with excitement.

“Everyone, relax by the pool for the rest of the day.”
 
The men were thrilled with the unexpected reward.
 
“Helo, stay for a moment.”
 
The rest of the slaves bowed to Chayton and left the office.
 
A few minutes later, Chayton saw them tossing their coverings on the patio chairs and diving into the pool, laughing and splashing.

When he turned around, he saw Helo studying the monitor.
 
He looked to see what the man was staring at so intently.
 
The girls were shifting uncomfortably with their knees bent and their hands secured behind them.
 
Danni and Lindsey had backed up to their adjoining bars and were holding hands.
 
Sandi had managed to work her long arms beneath her slim hips and was back in the corner of her cage with her hands reaching up between her ass cheeks, her fingers working the glistening juices between thighs.
 
Chayton looked back at Helo’s mesmerized gaze.
 
“You like the skinny girl?”

“I’m confused, Master, but I think I do.”
 
Helo knew that lying to the Master was out of the question, even if it meant facing the whip.

“You’ve been with me a long time, Helo,” Chayton began.

“Yes, Master.”
 
Helo was becoming apprehensive because he knew slaves who became too comfortable with their situations, were sometimes sold off.
 
He wracked his brain, trying to think of something he might have done to upset his Master, nervously coming up with no answer.
 
He had been captured at least ten years ago and had spent the last six with Chayton, and he liked his position.
 
He was the unofficial leader of the male slaves, even if no one had actually been named as Bastille’s replacement, and he enjoyed helping to train the women as well.

“Ah, I see that mind of yours working.
 
No, Helo, I’m not selling you,” Chayton smiled as the big slave visibly relaxed.
 
Chayton asked curiously, “If I released you, where would you go?”

Helo sounded fearful as he begged, “Please Master, no.
 
I’m sorry.”
 
Living on Chayton’s estate had been the most secure environment Helo had ever experienced, and he was panicked at the thought of leaving.

“You’re happy here?” Chayton pried.

“Yes, Master.
 
I don’t want to be anywhere else.
 
Please don’t make me leave.”
 
His eyes were wide with apprehension in his dark face.

Chayton thought it was amusing.
 
Only when he disciplined Helo did the man ever let down his guard and stray from the unmovable, forceful way he performed.
 
“You did well during harvest, and I observed you in the induction room.
 
The other slaves respect you.”

“Thank you, Master.”
 
Helo was feeling a little calmer.

“Helo, I want to name you Bastille’s replacement as trainer.”
 
Chayton watched Helo’s reaction and registered the light gasp from Ayden at the suggestion.
 
Ayden was kneeling on the pillow by the desk, watching the monitor, and it was the first time he had been distracted from closely following Lindsey’s every move.
 
He was jealously watching Danielle comfort his pretty new female, and Chayton smiled at his agitation while he trailed his fingers through his golden curls.

Helo’s knees almost buckled and he bowed his head.
 
Bastille had been sold last year when his dislike for one of the other male slaves resulted in the man’s death, and he knew Chayton was less than enthusiastic about handing over that much power to another slave.
 
“I am honored by your trust, Master.”

“I’m going to be busy with Lindsey and Ayden, so I want you to help oversee the new acquisitions.
 
We’ll have the naming and collaring tomorrow, and Antonio is coming to look over the stock.
 
I think we have two ponies.
 
Depending on what he decides, you can choose the trainers for the remaining girls, but I’d like Diablo and Arturo to work with the ponies.
 
I plan to expand the stables and Antonio will need an apprentice soon.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
Helo was shaking with pride.

Chayton glanced back at the monitor as Sandi finished the slight shudder of her orgasm.
 
“Helo, you may take the skinny girl as your personal servant.
 
Would you like her trained with Constantine?”

Bastille had been head slave for three years and had never been given a servant.
 
“Master, I’m overwhelmed with your generosity.
 
I think I would prefer to train her myself,” Helo stuttered in shock.

Chayton smiled.
 
Sandi was useless to him and he was certain none of the other on-island Masters would want her.
 
He was stuck with her until the off-shore auction and Helo deserved the reward.
 
“All right, Helo.
 
Go enjoy yourself.”
 
Chayton dismissed him to spread his news among the other slaves, confident he had made a good choice.
 
Helo was strict, yet fair and the other males would understand the change.

Chayton turned his attention to the little woman in the cage.
 
Lindsey had stopped crying and was laying her head on the bars while Danielle continued to brush her fingers over her knuckles.
 
The girls were all quiet now, lost in their own thoughts and fears and Chayton studied their response.

Sandi was still absently stroking her little pussy in a manner that suggested it was more an act of comfort, rather than arousal.
 
It was certainly no secret Helo was gay, and the thought of him training her was intriguing.
 
Chayton pulled his attention back to Lindsey.
 
“Do you like her, my love?”

“She’s perfect, Master.
 
So fragile.”
 
Ayden was still watching the silent girl, occasionally tracing her outline on the screen with his finger.

“From what I’ve observed, she appears to be used to following directions.
 
Ayden, you’re going to be much more involved with her training, and that’s why I promoted Helo to take charge over the others.
 
I saw your disappointment over Isabelle, but remember that she was an independent, manipulative woman before Constantine sent her here.
 
Instead of learning, she schemed.”
 
Chayton was sure Lindsey would be compatible for them.

“I’m sorry I can’t be what you need, Master.
 
I really tried.”
 
Ayden had tears forming in his glassy blue eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay Ayden.
 
We’ve gone over this enough times that I’m comfortable with our solution.”
 
Chayton adored Ayden’s sensitivity, although it was unfortunate the little man could not find passion with the whip.
 
Chayton sat down at the desk, pulled Ayden up onto his lap and began stroking his back as he spoke in his deep, comforting voice.
 
“You can help her do this, Ayden.
 
Think of how good you’re going to feel when you see the marks she takes for us, and know you’ll be the one able to soothe her and show her how special she is to us.”

Chayton lifted Ayden’s chin and pulled him into a deep, lazy kiss and smiled against his lips as Ayden trembled with arousal and began rubbing his growing erection while Chayton sucked at his tongue.
 
Ayden’s ass contracted in anticipation when he felt his Master brush his hand aside, and reaching under the linen breach cloth, Chayton started a slow fisted motion, pumping Ayden’s shaft.
 
Ayden started thrusting his clenched ass up and down on Chayton’s lap in time to the strokes, ecstatic to have his Master’s hand wrapped around his cock.

Ayden’s hands quivered as he gripped his Master’s arm and he quietly groaned into his Master’s mouth as his seed shot into his loincloth.
 
“Oh, Chayton.
 
Oh…oohh.”
 
Ayden became so impassioned that he forgot the formalities.
 
Chayton secretly loved when he could make his lover forget himself in passion.
 
After Ayden stopped thrusting, Chayton held him while he settled, and then led him to their bedroom.

“Please let me serve you, Master,” Ayden begged.
 
“You’ve been gone so long and I’ve missed you.”
 
His blue eyes were bright with the overloaded senses from his recent orgasm and thoughts of Lindsey joining them soon.

Chayton’s was thinking almost the same thoughts as Ayden helped him undress, and he lay back on the bed while Ayden stripped off his covering.
 
He leaned over and gave Chayton a tentative kiss, letting his hands massage the sinewy lines of his Master’s muscled chest and he began trailing light kisses and little licks after his hands.

His full lips latched onto a hardened nipple, sucking and lightly nipping the bead.
 
His mouth traveled lower as his hands attended the large sack beneath Chayton’s cock and Ayden felt his Master’s breathing deepen with desire.
 
He licked up and down the thick shaft, running his tongue gently around the ridge at the base of the head.
 
“Mmmm that feels good, Ayden.
 
I’ve missed you so much this past week,” Chayton murmured.

Ayden was thrilled to be pleasing him, and licked the salty drop oozing from the slit on the engorged head of Chayton’s staff.
 
He dropped his mouth lower taking the head in his mouth.
 
“Suck me,” Chayton demanded.
 
“Take it all.
 
I want to fuck you.”
 
Ayden’s mind reeled in passion at his Masters order and he started quickly bobbing his head up and down, sucking and licking while his hands massaged Chayton’s balls.
 
As the sack began to tighten, Chayton pushed Ayden’s head away.

His strong arms turned his lover over, and he knew he would not last long.
 
Chayton licked a finger and stuck it deep in Ayden’s ass, stretching him.
 
He removed his finger and aimed his cock at the puckered ring and eased the head of his penis through the muscled entrance.
 
Pulling back slightly, he entered with one thrust, tightly gripping Ayden’s hips and delighting at the shuddering response.

He plunged deeply as Ayden rocked back and forth, clenching his ass the way he knew Chayton liked.
 
He felt the big man lean back and with one last lunge, Ayden felt the rush of hot semen filling his rectum.
 
Both men collapsed in exhaustion and Ayden was at peace as he fell asleep in Chayton’s strong arms, dreaming of Lindsey.

CHAPTER III.
 
YOU BELONG TO ME

The cages had steel bars that were embedded into the blocks of the back wall and the rough concrete floor.
 
There were no blankets or pillows, and in the confined space even Lindsey had to curl up uncomfortably on the cold cement.
 
She could not imagine the discomfort her taller friends must be suffering.
 
Once in a while, the girls would wake up as someone’s muffled sobs interrupted their exhaustion and fear.
 
Danielle’s stomach growled and Lindsey felt the hollow in her own belly, causing her to wonder how much time had passed since the girls had eaten dinner at the casino.

She was terrified she and her friends would be separated, and felt sure she would go crazy if the girls were split up.
 
Memories seeped through her thoughts of the many times her stronger friends had protected her when situations got out of control.
 
Lindsey knew she would not last long without their support.

The women had no idea how long they were in the cold, dark room.
 
Sandi finally noticed the red light over the cabinet and, realizing they were probably being watched, she felt a flush of embarrassment.
 
Feeling safe in the darkness, she had not thought to hide her comforting masturbations.

Without warning, the door opened and the room was flooded with light.
 
The startled captives bolted up and tried to adjust their eyes.
 
The man who called himself their Master, a young blonde man, the big black man and another shorter, stocky man with a rather cruel expression, were standing in front of the cages.
 
The Master and stocky man had leather crops in their hands and the girls began trembling and quietly crying while shuffling to the back of their cages.
 
The Master tapped the black man on the leg with the crop and pointed to the cabinet.
 
He immediately walked over and opened the metal door and started gathering things.

“Let’s start with this one.”
 
The Master’s crop touched the door to Becka’s cage, and the rest of the women felt guilt with their relief at not being singled out.
 
The girls watched Becka to see what she did, intent on mimicking her actions or, at least, not to make any mistakes she made.
 
When the black man unlocked the cage door, Becka waited towards the back uneasily.
 
“Out, now,” the Master’s deep voice rumbled.

Becka’s thighs were bruised from his strikes on the plane and she crawled awkwardly out of the cage, not wanting to experience his anger again.
 
She leaned back on the bars and Helo grabbed her arm to straighten her cramped legs then turned her around to face the men.
 
Becka was visibly trembling, and watched uneasily as Helo came back from the cabinet with some leather straps.
 
She remained still, except for her frightened quivering, and looked down as he fastened a cuff to each ankle.
 
He untied the strap holding her wrists and cuffed them with the new leather bindings as well.
 
When he started to put the collar on her, she finally pulled back, shaking her head.
 
He fisted her red hair tightly until she stood still again, wincing at his harsh grip as her tears fell faster and the collar was secured.

Becka was pulled to the center of the room and released, where she glanced back at her friends and then stared at the floor in front of her.
 
Helo stepped back between the cabinet and the door and folded his arms across his broad chest.
 
Finally, the stocky man broke the silence and walked around Becka, pointing at parts of her body with his crop.
 
“Decent height, wide hips and shoulders.
 
She will need a lot of muscle build up, but I see promise here, Master.
 
She’s a natural redhead, too.
 
That will set her apart.”
 
Becka blushed furiously and jerked back as the man pointed the crop at her pubic hair.

“She has a strong will, Antonio.
 
She was their leader and she’s crafty, so don’t let her docile appearance catch you off guard.”
 
Master Chayton stared directly into Becka’s eyes and she looked back at the floor nervously.

“You’re still planning to send me Diablo and Arturo as apprentices?” Antonio confirmed.

“Yes, you’ve convinced me, Antonio.
 
The races are becoming a lucrative sideline that I find most enjoyable,” Chayton chuckled.

“Denny will be going back this morning.
 
Master Constantine is only interested in dressage and pets, so I didn’t train him for racing technique.
 
I’ll welcome the help of two more trainers, especially if we’re going to compete off-island.”
 
Antonio was watching closely as Becka glanced up when he made the remark.
 
“Oh, you caught that.”

Becka thought she had recovered quickly at the promising news of going off-island, but the man had seen the slight widening of her eyes at his comment.
 
“She will be fun.”
 
He grabbed Becka’s chin, forcing her to look at him and smiled.
 
“We’ll take that spirit and apply it along a more acceptable track.”

“Helo, take her to relieve herself and secure her when she’s through,” Chayton ordered.
 
Becka looked miserably at her friends as Helo followed his Master’s command.
 
She tried to close her mind at the shame of squatting over the bucket in front of the men.
 
None of them paid her any more attention as they moved on to the next girl.
 
Helo led her to a space on the wall facing the hose and moved behind her to latch the two wrist cuffs together.
 
He pushed her to her knees and clipped a leash to the back of her collar and tied her to one of the eyebolts in the wall.
 
Becka’s mind worked to figure out what the strange conversation had meant.
 
It seemed like a mish-mash between someone being taught to train horses and her being taught to race, and it made no sense to her.

The next one singled out was Paige, and she quivered as she tried to straighten her cramped long legs as she exited the cage.
 
Becka had not been raped or hit with the horrid crop, so Paige decided to try and follow her example.
 
She did cross her hands in front of her mound when Helo untied them, but when the Master ordered, “Hands at sides,” Paige nervously let them drop.
 
She was sniffling miserably as the restraints were attached and she was led forward for inspection.

Chayton knew Antonio was going to be impressed with Paige’s lithe figure and long legs.
 
He had introduced Becka first so the trainer would focus his attention on her willfulness before he concentrated on what Chayton hoped would be a champion.
 
Antonio had already noticed the girls followed Becka’s lead, glancing at her for direction, and he intended to use it as an advantage in training.

“This one’s the tallest.
 
She’s also extremely competitive and likes to toy with her opponents,” the Master smiled.
 
The descriptive comment rattled the girls.
 
How did he know Paige, with her cute brown bob and smiling eyes, was the most competitive?
 
How long had they been studied?

Antonio reached out to stroke Paige’s thigh, and she quivered and moved back.
 
Helo got behind her, pushing her forward again.
 
“Easy girl,” Antonio murmured, stroking the side of her head.
 
He went back to examining each thigh and bent down to squeeze her calves.
 
He closely inspected her feet, lifting them and pushing up on the balls where her toes joined her foot, and then he stood and ran his hands over her shoulder blades.
 
Antonio’s eyes were shining with excitement.
 
“This one’s prime, Master.
 
I’d like to work with her personally.”

“Yes.
 
I determined her to be a good prospect as well.
 
Her muscle tone is pretty good,” the Master remarked proudly.
 
Paige was confused at the curious compliments and the obvious delight the men had shown while inspecting her.
 
She was led to the bucket and then chained to the wall next to Becka, and they stared at each other in nervous confusion.

Danielle was next and began whimpering through the gag as she stood up.
 
She shook wildly as she was examined, and her big breasts bounced up and down on her chest.
 
“I don’t know about this one, Master.”
 
Antonio squeezed one of Danni’s breasts and she muffled a squeal.
 
“The tits aren’t real, so she can’t race.
 
She could probably be used for pleasure on the island.
 
She’s strong enough.”
 
He ran a finger down her cheek.
 
“She’s a sweet looking thing.”

Chayton had not made any specific plans for Danielle, but she had a vulnerable look that was pleasing for a slave, and he was hoping to find a reason to keep her.
 
“Train her for that, then.
 
If it doesn’t work out, Constantine might buy her at auction.”
 
The implication of the Master’s words sunk in and Danni moaned.
 
She was dismissed to the bucket and the wall and sniffed sobs of despair at Paige and Becka, who she gathered from the discussion would be kept together.

“That’s it for the stables,” the Master declared.
 
As if on cue, Arturo and Diablo entered the room.

Antonio squatted down in front of the remaining cages, and Sandi and Lindsey eyed him suspiciously.
 
He pointed a thick finger at Lindsey.
 
“She’s a pretty little thing.
 
Too bad she’s so small.”
 
He glanced at Sandi and studied her eyes.

He rose without a word and walked back to where their friends were kneeling.
 
“Arturo, you take this one,” he pointed to Danni, “and Diablo, you get the redhead.”
 
He unhooked Paige’s lead from the wall and clipped it to the front of her collar.
 
The three girls stood behind the men holding their leashes, and Becka gave her friends in the cages a look that she hoped conveyed encouragement at being left behind.

“Let me know what you name them,” Chayton said as they were led out.

“Yes, Master.
 
I’ll get back to you this afternoon with initial statistics,” Antonio assured him.
 
Chayton watched his new ponies leave the room, once again pleased he had convinced Antonio to come to the island as his trainer.

Chayton had Paulo bail ‘Michael Liesburg’ out of jail in Kentucky, where the man had been awaiting trial for illegal horse training procedures.
 
He had produced a long list of winners before his business was shut down.
 
‘Mike’ was intrigued with Chayton’s offer and came willingly to the island to escape prosecution.
 
He was completely devoted to Chayton, as he was allowed to apply his harsh training methods without fear of imprisonment.

Lindsey watched as her friends were led from the room and down the hall and noticed they went back the way the girls were led into the basement, not up the stairs.
 
Separated from their teammates, Lindsey thought of the stocky man’s words, and she fearfully decided they were not chosen because Sandi and she lacked the body type and height these men wanted.
 
She was getting scared that they were just going to be gotten rid of and were only picked up because they happened to be with Paige, Danielle and Becka.

“Have you decided on a name for your new pet?” The Master asked Helo.

Lindsey raised her eyes and mirrored Sandi’s alarmed expression as they realized he was referring to one of them.

“Yes, Master.
 
I will call her Rene,” Helo said proudly.

Lindsey and Sandi looked nervously at each other.

“Rene it is then, but leave me a note on my desk so I can pass it on for the property marking.”
 
The Master leaned down and spoke to the smaller man who had not participated in the proceedings so far.
 
“Ayden, have you decided?”
 
Lindsey had caught his big blue eyes shyly staring at her several times since the men entered the room, and she thought, with his smaller stature, he was not as threatening as the other men.

“Yes, Master.”
 
The man spoke in a soft voice.
 
“Out of the choices you gave me, I like Alyssa.”

“That was a favorite of mine, too.”
 
The Master gave Ayden a light squeeze, and Lindsey was surprised at the fierce man’s obvious affection for him.
 
Chayton smiled.
 
“Both my personal slaves’ names will begin with an ‘A’.
 
I like symmetry.”

Lindsey panicked as she realized Sandi and she were to become personal property of Helo or the Master.
 
Neither prospect was comforting, and as she slowly backed up further in her cell she noticed Sandi began backing up as well.

“I suppose you could use the rest of the day free to play with your new pet, Helo?” Chayton suggested.

“Yes, Master, if it pleases you, I would like to start her training.
 
I invited Terrant to help so he wouldn’t feel left out.
 
Brazil and Ramone won’t be interested,” Helo added.

“That was generous, Helo.
 
I think the slaves will enjoy your leadership.
 
You may collect your slave,” the Master ordered.