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Jude blushed hard “N-n-no… he just told me I have to do everything to pass my classes. Whatever it takes to pass” he said with a hungry look to Silas. “Okay then… what about… this?” he asked, as he put a hand on Silas’ crotch and began to palm him. “Does this need my attention, sir? I can surely help you with this if you let me…”

“I believe, Mr Porter,” he remained stubbornly neutral as Jude reached out to brush fingertips against his crotch, “that you might have severely misunderstood your father’s meaning.” Luckily, he wasn’t a younger man or he might have thrown caution to the wind and abandoned his character then and there. As it was, whatever his age and experience, he couldn’t deny the sudden rush of images that plagued him and the desire to hear the boy whine prettily in his ear. Patience, he had to remind himself -- even as he gestured the boy continue.

They should consider themselves lucky, then.

Lucky? Perhaps so. -- Tell me about you, Nathanial.

Tig’s smile seemed to grow even more as he was told the purpose of a safe word, which he was already aware of but the distinction only made him more excited. Stop was easy enough, and he was sure he wouldn’t say it, but he wanted Pitch to push him as close as he could. “Yes, Daddy.” He said simply, grinning before he was stripping down and left his clothes in a neat pile at the door, and made his way over to where he was instructed and knelt down, eyes lifting up, hungry yet obedient, as he looked up at him.

Silas waited himself, silent in his patience, by the foot of the horse for the boy to disrobe and bring himself to his feet. He was pleased to find a giddiness about the boy, a tangible air of eagerness, and when the boy finally knelt in his act of pliancy he kept his expression deliberately neutral to further bask in such a reception. He wasn’t, after all, always out to immediately instill a respectful kind of fear into the heart of the boys he brought into the playroom... “Put them on.” To clarify his meaning, Silas waved his hand toward the horse and the leather cuffs sitting innocently enough there at the end. To do so, the boy would have to nose right past his hip.

“Well, when a man of your looks makes me go weak at the knees, I can’t help but say I have trouble from time to time.” Jack smirked faintly at Silas before standing up straight and sighing, “I know you hate it, I’ll be better.” He began to make his way in the right direction towards the playroom. Jack’s thoughts were racing through his mind, what he knew Silas was capable of and what he was actually going to do to him.

Silas smiled. “Empty flattery will get you absolutely nowhere, Jack.” His fingers lingered again like a wisp of smoke against the back of Jack’s neck, but then Jack was beyond his reach and making his way toward the playroom with the promise to do better. Doubtful, but if there was a chance anyone could mollify the inner control freak for even a moment it would be Jack. -- And indeed, when finally he entered the playroom himself Jack already waited there. “Jack.”

Maxime had been spoken to about needing to do more scenes with other dream works boys. He wasn’t exactly sure why it mattered, but he didn’t want upset Spielberg. One of the other boys had directed him to go talk to a guy named Silas. Apparently he was in his ‘playroom’ which had Maxime a little confused. However he found it soon enough. Knocking before entering, the briefs clad boy entered.“hi um I was told to do scenes with more dream works guys, and someone said you were.” He said a little timidly as he entered.

“Show me your dick” Bite his lip.

I’ll be making the orders here, thank you. You can, however, take yourself to the velvet stool and kneel. But I think we’ll leave clothes on for now. As a reminder that we do not make such demands when first we enter the play space.

Jude sat on the chair, feigning nervousness. “Please, sir… If I fail this class, my dad is going to beat my bum up” he said, chuckling in the inside at the idea of his dad hitting him. He could never do it. And Jude had never needed it. “I… I can do stuff for you, sir. Wash your car, cook for you… I’m sure you have some needs I can help you with..” he said with a nervous voice, as his eyes went straight to Silas’ crotch.

“Uh-huh. And was it also your father who taught you that laziness was admissible as long as you could talk yourself into a better situation? Because there are and have been plenty of other boys who have come to me thinking the same, that have bargained the same, and... have let their eyes roam the same. My car doesn’t need attention, Mr Porter.”

“Oh, my dearest Pitch, you always know exactly what to say,” Benji said with a soft chuckle. “But why bother with a paddle when you have a perfectly agreeable palm. Two of them even?” He said with a growing smirk as he promptly peeled off the branded T-shirt he was wearing and quickly disposed of his shorts. He was not wearing any underwear, so after that one simple tug, Benji remained fully naked in the room. He held his hands behind his back and nodded. “I am ready for you, sir.”

The paddle does not tire as the hand does, but even the paddle might not suffice if you are going to leave your clothes strewn all over my floor. You can leave them folded in the basket by the door and make yourself comfortable then when kneeling on the velvet foot stool in the middle of the room. --The crop, perhaps.

What about me gave you the impression that kind of excuse would fly?

Jamie rolled onto his back and tilted his head slightly. He pushed his legs wider part and gave a small smile. “I wanna be yours… I want you to own my body.”

Don’t say things you don’t understand, Jamie. Now, how about you pamper yourself with a little attention while I look for the silk. You’re prettier when you’re all tied up.

Oh? I bet I can last a lot longer than you think.

That’s confident for someone how just questioned whether he can be my friend.

Jude smiled and shook his head. “A pleasure, Silas… or should I say, sir…” he said with a grin. He remained dressed looking at him. “I know I’m failing your class, sir… And I’m willing to do anything to pass it” he said, winking an eye, as he went closer to him.

Before the boy could get to bold, Silas brought a hand down on his shoulder and brought him down upon a seat. “If that were the case, you would do as you were told the first time. Do I need to repeat myself? That is, I’m assuming you know the drill here.” He leaned in closer. "You can't blackmail your way into better grades without at least one card in your deck."

“Please promise me that we’ll get close to me needing the safe word, it’s been a while.”

Only if you understand the purpose of the safe word. It is only to be used if you feel you can no longer physically or emotionally continue with the scene. It is not to be used because you want a quick climax. As I already said, the safe word ends the scene. Stop is yours. Now, undress and leave your clothes by the door. When you return, you will kneel at the foot of the horse and address me only as Daddy. Yes, Daddy. No, Daddy. Three bags full, Daddy.

Looks to be the case. All ready for you daddy.

My boy, if you were ready for me you’d already be nude with your ass on display for my inspection. --Well?

“With how? Because i’m free now”

...Very well. Come in.

“Cheers,” he said with a small smile, taking a drink of his own. “What’s your motivation, anyways?”

Business, of course. If I was to take a personal vandetta, the cause would have be... severe.