“I need a boy who’ll do what I say, no questions asked.”
Almost immediately, two of the subs leaned over to lick my boots. The third, who was kneeling to my right, remained where he was, silent and awaiting instruction.
Now that’s more like it.
“Enough!” I barked, and kicked the fawning subs away. Pouting, they went back to their original positions. I reached out a hand and fisted the hair of the young man who had remained motionless. He was slender and blond, reminding me a little bit of Kyle.
Perfect.
“That you, boy? You’ll do what I say?” I asked, yanking his head back.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied softly, a whimper escaping him as he stared up at me with wide blue eyes. His desire to obey was plain to see.
“Good.” I let go of his hair and stood back. “Hands and knees, boy,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied and assumed the position.
“Stay.”
“Yes, Sir.”