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“But any available woman’s ass, nor cunt, is not?”
“Why do you persist in thi-“
“Because you must learn, Thomas. How do you expect to understand their needs if you have not felt their cunts wrapped around your cock, or hand? Hmm?”
It was not the point that the boy had just about doubled his income these past years, nor was it the point that he was nearly as highly respected a dominant as he himself was these days. It was the inclination that these clubs were becoming only available to gay freedom. This was not acceptable, and he would not have the boy rule over a vision he held so dear with an iron fist of intolerance to hetero activity. “If you do not bring a woman in here and fuck it, immediately, I will tie your scrawny ass to these racks and leave you here to rot for a week.” The boy scoffed and took a step towards him, priming muscles for more absurdity. It was not a prudent response, certainly not given the amount of irritation currently circulating Pascal’s thoughts.
“I do not stop anything fucking anything here.”
“You do. You do it with every disdainful glance at a woman who may enter. I have watched it, often, on the horrendous new computing system you have installed. Why did you do that?”
“Yours was archaic.” He would show the upstart archaic very soon if he did not get on with calling a woman in here.
“Should I bring Lilah back, hmm? Perhaps a beating from a woman would be more useful to your unacceptance of their prowess.
The boy stepped another foot closer, the scowl softening out to a more acceptable level headed approach. “Oom, Lilah is lovely, and perfectly balanced for your needs or others, but I am gay. A woman is of no interest whether she is on her knees or not. We are not all as complicated as you.” Pascal’s brow rose in thought. It was a fair and justified reason for not having a fucking session with a woman. However, it did not hold the air necessary for running these ventures he ruled over now.
“What about Alexander?”
“What?” Thomas looked a little startled at the question.
“He is both male and, of late, gay.” Although, that was questionable given that Pascal had not had a fucking from the beast in some time. “Would his teachings be more acceptable to you? You would learn much about women with him.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because he is not gay, Oom. He fucks you. That is not gay. And-“ Thomas moved back a few steps and looked up to the heavens above him. “It’s a revolting thought.” Revolting? He was aghast at the narrative. There was nothing remotely revolting about Alexander White. He was a god. A god above gods. Not that they existed. But if they did, he was above them. “Why would I have anything to do with the man you love?”
“I have fucked Ruebin, many times.” This brought on a glower of aggression from the boy, his shoulders squaring up for yet another moronic attempt at chivalry, of sorts. “Do put your sword away, Thomas. Duelling is not on the agenda today.” A sneer developed, one that had the boy moving yet closer. Pascal held up his cane. “One more attempt at superiority in here and I will, indeed, put you in your place. I am becoming bored of this belligerence from you. It is unbecoming. And of no intrinsic use to your further education.” Thomas continued with his glare, hovering in the centre of the space. “You, for whatever reason, are becoming more like a young Alexander with every day that passes. He would be able to guide you through that-“ He waved his cane around, trying to find the correct word for such juvenile behaviour preceding evolution. “Immaturity.”
Thomas took what could only be described as a long calming breath, attempting sanity presumably. It was unlikely to come at any point soon.
“Oom, I love you, but back the fuck off before I make you.” Swearing. How obsequious. It did nothing but prove the point that the boy was not in control of himself, or the language he would need to counter any threat to his position.
“Combat does not attain elevation over me, Thomas. Intelligence does.” Although, the thought made him question Alexander’s teachings, which would indeed include combat of various descriptions. Which might prove useful at some point. “You are neither prepared for, nor adequately equipped tomakeme do anything. For that, you would need my respect, which will only come when you stop turning my clubs into Gay dens of heinous iniquity. Women, Thomas. Many of them.” He dropped the end of his cane to the floor and walked to the door, a huff of exasperation ringing the air. “Tie them if you must. Hurt them to prove to yourself that you are not interested, but do not harm or dismiss them as inconsequential.” Pascal looked back into the room, glancing at all the areas he himself had hurt and defiled anything whether it asked for it or not. “They need you, Thomas. I am no longer available to them.” It was a relatively sad state of affairs, but love’s curse was upon him now. His control taken from him. Never would he be allowed to play with anything unless given permission to do so. Pascal half stopped at the thought. Permission? Alexander’s permission giving objectives were becoming slowly fogged by his absence, leaving Pascal to ponder the merits of dominance over him. There was a murk evolving, one he both smiled and frowned at the thought of. What fool would leave such a man as himself without orders to follow? Perhaps he was not required to follow such obedience anymore. Hmm.
He looked back at Thomas, suddenly amused at the anarchy that would ensue should he choose rebellion rather than deference. That would surely get Alexander to concentrate on matters of importance – namely Pascal. “You want respect from me, Thomas? Earn it. Prove yourself to those who ridicule you or demean your attributes, certainly those who ignore your abilities. I will trust you the moment you achieve it.”
Not before then.
Never before then.
Chapter 3
Lilah
“He is well?”
I nod in reply and look at Sabella over my teacup, watching the way the sun sets behind her black clothes. She’s quite striking, still, even at her age.
“He’s harmonious, but for the endless hatred of giving up his clubs.” Sabella laughs and looks back into the garden, gazing at her dogs as they languish in the late evening sun.
“He always amused me so. He waited for Alexander for so long, but never gave any thought to how it would feel when the time came,” she says, offering me more tea. I shake my head at her and place the cup down, stretching my neck around. I need a bath, and a change of clothes after the sessions she’s put me through.
Two years I’ve been learning from her now. Alexander’s teachings became something that interfered with progress. Not because he doesn’t know how to be a sadist, but because he needed me to be something else. Sabella was only too happy to teach me control over him, and therefore Pascal, not that I’m entirely sure I have control over either of them yet.
“Do you mind if I leave now?” I ask, deferring my head a little. She nods at me and stands, bracing her hand around the stick she uses more each time I visit. I frown at it, wondering how long she can continue with this tutoring. She looks frail now, the glint in her eyes diminishing with each year passing.
