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As Finn was finally introduced to his new room, which didn't have much apart from a bed, a desk and a wardrobe, Joe looked at him. It seemed like the slave was sceptic, like he couldn't believe that it would be his own room from that day onward. Fergal wouldn't sleep in Joe's room, but both were connecting, so it would be easy for him to get in the other one.
"I don't know how you lived with your previous masters, but here with me, you are a bit more free." He was glad that Fergal was feeling better, he had him really scared for a moment when they were in the garden.
"Uh... Thank you sir." Fergal hadn't slept in a real bed for a while now, the max he had gotten had been a mattress on the floor, when the days were bad though, the cold floor had been the only option for him.
"This door opens to my room, so it's easier for you to have your moment of privacy, but at the same time you can be quickly there when I want you to." Something was telling him that Fergal wasn't used to being treated like that and it was clear by how his eyes were buzzing around the room, still in concrete disbelief. "You can relax this evening, just make yourself comfortable." Joe slowly reached the door he had previously pointed to the slave, waiting before opening it.
"I-if you need me, I can come already, sir." Fergal didn't look at him in the eyes, he was feeling another time uneasy, but he didn't want to stay alone. It didn't matter what Joe would do to him, he just wanted to please him.
"..." Joe thought for a moment: it was okay if he really wanted to do something, but it wasn't necessary. "As you wish. I wanted to let you rest, but if you insist... Come on in."
Joe finally opened the door and entered his massive bedroom, letting it open. He wandered around the big bed, peeking sometimes over at the door, to see if Fergal would do something. It was like he was hesitating, not sure about what to do, or was he waiting for an order? The Samoan brought a hand to the back of his head scratching it lightly, as an idea hit him; he could already test how good he was at blowjobs, he would have all the time of the world to get to know the body of his first, and hopefully only, slave. Joe sat at the edge of the king sized bed, looking up at Fergal, who was still in the other room, his gaze wandering over his figure.
"Finn, come here. There is, indeed, something you can do tonight, before we actually start tomorrow." Joe simply pointed in front of himself.
"Okay sir."
Now that he was given permission to enter his master's bedroom, he actually did it, reaching the spot he had been indicated, really quick. Fergal was glad and proud to be of any use that night, at least it would keep his mind off other thoughts. He kneeled down in front of him, his face right at the heigth of his crotch, while Joe brought a hand between his lightly long dark hair, pulling on them, so Fergal would look right at his face. It wasn't a strong grip, Fergal had the impression that he was so gentle, but maybe it was because it was his first day there... who could know how the future with him would be?
"I want you to show me how good you are at doing blowjobs. Wrap your delicious mouth around my cock and suck the soul out of me."
Joe started undoing his belt, but Finn's hands reached it fast, doing it instead. He didn't lose contact with his eyes not even for a brief moment, while he struggled a bit, too eager to take the belt off. His master seemed to be pleased with what he was doing and the slave felt somehow good. When the belt was finally off, Finn unbuttoned Joe's pants too, hands taking the edges so he could bring them down at least at the knees. He licked his lower lips as his gaze went to Joe's boxers: even if he wasn't hard, they were tight, so he could already see the form of his dick and it seemed huge. Joe shifted to a more comfortable position, leaving Finn's hair, a smile appearing on his lips as he felt his slave's hand touching him through the fabric of the boxers. It was a gentle and slow touch, it followed its entire form, circling around it. Joe could already tell that Fergal was good at it, it seemed like he knew perfectly how to tease his master and the Samoan loved that. Finn pressed his lips against the fabric, leaving kisses over the form of his hardening dick, leaving some traces of saliva behind. As he finally decided to free Joe's dick from the boxers, Fergal took the edge of the clothing between his teeth, struggling a bit to take them down. It wasn't easy, but the Samoan helped him by raising his hips until the soft fabric slid over his thigs; the expression on Finn's face was enrapturing him and he finally felt relief as his cock was finally free. To take the boxers off, Finn took them with the hands, lowering them and throwing them on the floor.
"Be a good slave and finally take your master's dick between these beautiful lips."
Finn didn't need Joe to tell him something like that, but he wanted to do something else first. With the tongue he slowly licked his shaft, indulging most on the tip of his dick. Joe closed his eyes, letting Finn do whatever he wanted to; he was sure that the slave wouldn't do anything stupid to take advantage of that situation, so he could stay like that. Finn on his side, closed his lips around the tip of his shaft, slowly taking it in his mouth in a constant teasing. Joe let out a subtle moan, fuck Fergal's mouth felt so hot and at the same time so damn good, around it. That guy surely knew how to do things right and he was appreciating it a bit too much. It was feeling so good that Joe had the feeling that he could come at any given moment right down his throat while Finn started having a quick pace, he had learnt not to wait for his masters to order him, he just did it on default, even if Joe's dick was thicker and longer than the others he had already sucked off in the past. With a hand he massaged his master's testicles, stimulating them even more, his gaze meeting finally meeting Joe's another time. From it, he could tell for sure that the Samoan was about to cum down his throat and he would obviously let him do it, like a good slave. He picked up the pace yet another time and it wasn't long before Joe put a hand between his hair to keep his face there, while he released his semen down his throat. Finn's lip curled up in a smile while he swallowed every drop of the semen coming out of Joe's dick, not letting any fall on the floor.When Joe pulled out, Fergal licked his dick clean, as his master let his hair go. Fuck, that had been the best blowjob he had received up until now, that guy was truly good at it, there was no way to deny it.
"You did a great job, maybe that man was wrong." Joe brought a hand to his chin, while praising him: he deserved it, he had been such a good guy after all. "You can go now, we'll see each other tomorrow." He dismissed him, while laying backward on the mattress, trying to catch his breath.
"Okay sir. Good night."
Fergal stood finally up, his knees hurt a bit, but he let a smile form on his lips, before turning his shoulders at him and going in his room. On the way there, he closed the door behind himself, and sunk on the floor, his back against it, bringing a hand to the lips; that had been way better than all the other times, he was being really taken care of, even though he was just a slave. Getting on his feet, the Irish guy reached the bed slowly, he took his time to taste the fabric of the white cover. Even if the room was quite empty, Fergal felt like he was home: he could recall really clearly how he slept when he was with the other masters, if they would even let him and he felt like that was luxus for him; it was more than he could even imagine.
His gaze stopped on a little bag on the edge of the bed: someone had clearly brought his clothes he had with him, even though it wasn't much. Surely at Roman's mercé, he had to stay naked, or wear something particular he would be given, but when the master didn't need him he could actually wear something comfortable for him. He changed clothes and left the bag on the floor, sinking on the bed with a sigh: he didn't want to close his eyes, he perfectly knew that he needed to sleep, but he was sure that some nightmares would hunt his dreams. It had been like that since the day where Allen Jones had helped him escape from that mad man. If he thought back to that day of some months ago, Fergal would ask himself how he was doing: between the peers of his previous master, Allen had been always nice to him, it had been him who had taken care of the open wound on the butt cheek... that Jay White had probably found out that it had been him who had helped him escape, so wondering what happened to him was only right. Fergal curled up between the sheets, looking in the void, as he started becoming tired. He slowly closed his eyes, the hands gripping the sheets, his breath steady, his heart pumping normally in his chest.
The room was extremely dark, Fergal couldn't get accostumed to it, but it didn't matter, since he could hear very well. A sound of steps filled it and suddenly Finn felt a stabbing pain at the back, where bruises already started to form. It hurt like hell, it burnt like hell too, somehow he could feel he was already bleeding. The whip hit him at least ten times on the back and probably other ten on his chest, leaving red bruises and some of them bled. During that session he could swear he had lost consciousness at least one time, due to the pain of all those hits, which had been harder each new one.
Fergal started moving around in the bed, shifting position so many times that he almost fell off one or two times. He hated when he had such nightmares, he couldn't simply find peace from such bad memories.
With one last powerful whip on the back he fell to the hard and cold ground, if he didn't touch it, it was only because of his hands. He felt a boot pressing onto the back of his head, making his face smash on the tiles, as Jay White whiped it between his hair.
"We aren't done here."
Fergal woke up suddenly, screaming and shaking under the sheets, as he felt a pain in the chest. His eyes were filled with fear, with tears flowing down his cheek, as he brought a hand to his mouth, as he understood that he had just screamed, in the middle of the night. Fuck his master wouldn't surely like to be awaken by his screams out of nowhere. Fergal tensed up as he felt a knock on the communicating door: he didn't want to answer, but Joe could easily open it and be totally angry about all of that.
"Can I come in?" Joe of course was awakened by the scream, he could have heard it even if his room would have been on the far end of the corridor.
"Y-yes sir..." Fergal laid still under the sheets, he didn't want to see his angry expression; this time he had fucked everything up really bad and it was still his first day there.
"Nightmare?" Joe sat near on the edge of his bed, not too near him, to let him have his space.
"Yes sir, I didn't mean to wake you up though. I'm really sorry." Fergal stopped shaking, but remained still under the duvet. "Bad nightmare, about... my past." He bit the lower lip, drying the tears with his sleeve.
"Can you please come out from under there?" Joe asked and smiled as Fergal did that. "Come with me in my room and sleep on my bed, for this night at least. I can't assure that it'll tame away the nightmares, but it could help somehow."
Fergal looked at him in shock: no one had ever treated him like that, his master still had authority, but it was totally different. He slowly got out of the sheets and followed Joe over to his room, rolling himself into a ball, on one edge of that king sized bed. It was okay for him to just lay there, it was already way too much from Joe, who was currently looking at him with a concerned look.
Joe didn't really know how to feel about that: first the panic attack, now the nightmare... what's more, was that he didn't know how to help him out, so he did the only thing that came to his mind and yes, it had been to bring him there and let him sleep on his bed, just like his parents did when he was a little boy. It probably felt humiliating for the guy, but he couldn't think about anything else and it was too late to speak about that, he just needed some well deserved sleep, like his slave did. Joe crawled slowly under the sheet after turning off the light: he could still see where Fergal was, since the moond was illuminating his figure; he seemed calmer now, his chest went up and down at the right pace, while he had his eyes shut and was probably trying to go back to sleep. The Samoan found himself taking a close look at his slave for too much time, but he wanted to make sure that it would be all okay. In the end he fell asleep, without getting awakened another time during the night. It was when the sun kissed Fergal's face, that he woke up the next morning; as he opened his eyes he felt confused, that wasn't his room, but it didn't take him too long to remember why he was in his master's bed. He felt his cheek burn from embarassment, so he tried to look around, to focus on something else, but Joe wasn't there and his scent was all over the room. He waited there, sitting simply with the shoulder against the wall behind him, fearing what would happen if he would even try to go in his own room. With the head tilted toward the window he looked outside, until his attention was caught by steps and the sound of the door closing.
"You're finally awake, I hope you slept well in the end." Said Joe as soon as he realised that Fergal was awake.
"Yes sir, I did, thank you for... letting me stay here." Fergal got off the bed before Joe could become angry, staying near the window.
"No problem. Here there is something for you to eat, then you can follow me, I adapted a new room for our use, instead of the one you saw yesterday."
Joe had woke up some hours ago to set up the new room, he hoped that now it would be okay, because he already wanted to start with the training. He pointed to a plate which was set on a little table. Fergal nodded and sat down to eat, even if it wasn't too much, he was really hungry and finished the food quickly. When done, he stood back up, following his master close behind, calmer than the previous day as he first came there. Fergal took a deep breath as they stopped at a door, right before Joe opened it.
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