Timid slave

Emmet was told to get up out of his bed by one of the guards. He obeyed and watched as one of the guards opened the door. They grabbed him and brought him upstairs where he was bathed and plugged before bringing him to a room in one of the houses. They tied him to a bed and left “ The master that rented you will be here soon.” One of the guards said. About fifteen minutes later Em heard footsteps.“ Hello?” He called

Quint was bored as hell ad a little hung over from the night before. The beast had fallen asleep amongst a few liquor bottles down stairs, having slept through the guards bringing the slave he had requested in a drunken text to his simple room. Quint finally woke up, groggy and clad in only loose fitting sweats with a half hard cock, he moved into the kitchen to grab a pepperoni stick. He munched on that as he walked into his room, stopping when he saw the boy. “Who the fuck are ya?” The scottish wolf grumbled out, accent thick and growling.

"Emmet o Leary Sir." The irish accent tumbled out of his mouth. He raised his head up slightly to get a better look at the man. " The guards brought me up here."