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When Eli was with Harvey, he’d done everything for the man. Some people in the lifestyle embraced that, the Master/slave(s) having that kind of dynamic, but it was done as part of a larger goal of serving that Master. Harvey abandoned the lifestyle altogether except for that one part, making Eli work for free and not benefit from being truly dominated. It was disgusting.
“Babe, do we look like Harvey? Act like him?”
“No.”
“There ya go. No worries. I’m giving Joel chores, so if you don’t want to, that’s up to you. Whether it’s part of his submission to us or just being a partner to us, he is going to pull his weight.”
“As long as it’s not more weight than we’re pulling, fine.”
Damon laughed and kissed my cheek. “That blowjob good?”
“It was incredible. Great mouth on our boy.”
“Maybe I’ll slide outside and have him suck me on the porch.”
“Have at him.”
I peeked at them a few minutes later, seeing Damon with his head thrown back as he enjoyed the oral. Joel was working Damon’s cock nicely, so I headed to my office to get a little work done. I’d been neglecting it some with all the Joel stuff and the club.
Just as I was about to set in, however, I got a call from Memphis.
“Memphis, how are you?”
“I’m good as the rain, Burke, but my Xen here, he’s telling me he wants to head back there for a bit. Says he’s got a job?”
I explained what Joel had told us. “He kept looking at the wall, Joel said, then he sent a picture to Joel’s phone of a mural he’d done…somewhere.”
“Big one? Brick wall?”
“Yes!”
“That’s Chaps, the backside of it. He…messed up a few years back, mad as hell at me and at Chaps too, I guess. Painted that and painted it on my barn. He’s since painted on both of them more, but with permission. I post them on the website.”
I was in front of my laptop anyway, so I went to Memphis’s website and chose the option for gallery.
I saw pictures of horses, sure, and the property itself, but there was a whole line of murals done by Xen. The latest was a huge mural of a line of pink saddles, like their small business was named for. “One of these days, you’ll have to tell me the story about how you came up with that name for your business.”
“Oh, it’s a good’un too. Well, then, I guess we got some talkin’ ta do ‘bout Xen.”
“I guess we do.”
After our conversation, I left my office and went to find Joel and Damon. They were still on the porch, Joel on Damon’s lap as they kissed sweetly, Damon’s hand possessively on Joel’s thigh.
I was beginning to like few sights in the world more than that, the two men in my heart, together. They were my world and seeing them happy made me happy. It was that simple.
“Well, Joel,” I said, pretending to be annoyed. “I spoke to Memphis.”
“Hells bells, he ain’t too mad, is ‘e?”
“No,” I said, then took the chair closest to them. “Not at all. You remember what he’d told us about Xen, how he never used to speak at all?”
Joel just nodded but Damon said, “Yeah.”
“Well, he just told me some more of it. Xen’s an artist, that we knew, but it seems when he was completely silent, he’d speak with pictures. Things he’d paint himself, mostly. He’d look at things, and instead of thinking in words, he’d also think in pictures, like what he’d like to see on walls, on tables, even. He still does it. Memphis said that he’s seen Xen staring off at a wall, like you did, Joel, and sometimes it’s hours like that. Then, only if he has permission now, he paints what he sees.”
“That’s…so sad and so beautiful,” Damon whispered, holding Joel a little closer. “No wonder Memphis watches over him the way he does.”
“What do you mean?”
