Anthony watched his slave and because he had done very well tonight, he decided that he deserved a reward. “Come now, Slave!” He ordered. Slave’s semen spurted high on his chest as Anthony worked his cock, enjoying how hard and young the man was. Again, his come shot out, coating his abdominals with white streamers. Without thinking, and unable to resist the urge, Anthony leaned over and licked up a puddle of cream that coated Slave’s chest. He closed his eyes on the taste, savoring it and swallowing the droplets slowly. He opened his eyes to see Slave looking at him, probably trying to process what had happened. He slowly removed the glass phallus and dropped it on the bed.
“Wait for me,” Anthony said, “wiping the back of his large hand across his lips. He slid off of his slave and off of the bed, turning toward a door. Opening it to a large marble tiled bath, he plugged the large round tub and turned on the water, checking its temperature. He drizzled scented oil down into the water and waited for the tub to fill to halfway. Returning to the bedroom, he reached out his hand to the angel waiting obediently for him on the bed. Francois reached out and took his hand, sliding off of the bed and allowing Anthony to lead him to the bath. Anthony helped him up a marble stair, as gently as he could and told him, “ you will wash and then we’ll get you to bed, Francois.”
“Yes, Master. Please, call me Slave.” Anthony shook his head and even smiled a little. The stubborn little fool.
“Fine, Slave and Master it will be for the week,” Anthony said. Anthony bowed and backed out of the bathroom. He picked up the glass phallus from the bed, examined it again for size and cleaned it with a damp towel, replacing it once again in its velvet box. Storing the lubricant in the drawer, he considered the nights’ proceedings. It would have been wonderful to be able to sleep naked with Francois, to wrap his small body with his own, but he was unable to take that step. Let him finish his bath and he’d tuck him into bed and once he was asleep, he may join him. He didn’t want to become attached to a whore that he’d have to give up at the end of the week. Even as he thought it, he knew that Francois was so much more than a whore and that in and of itself was something to be feared. Francois, the beauty from Madame Gizelle’s Pleasure House, was a man that he could easily fall in love with. 
