Allowed release

The Master called me to his room late in the evening. He had been served dinner and had a short walk with Perry already. He’d been in good spirits earlier and I was praying that he wasn’t going to ask for the Doctor. His health had been almost normal this week and it seemed as if the household was holding it’s collective breath, praying that he’d stay in such good health.

The Master was partially undressed, still wearing his trousers and undershirt. He had a peculiar expression on his face, one that recalled his youth; almost mischievous.

“Jerome.” he snapped his fingers for me. I moved quickly to kneel next to his bed, where he was propped against the pillows.

“Yes, sir.”

“How long has it been?”

“Sir?”

“Since you’ve been allowed release?”

I swallowed, now both apprehensive and curious. “It’s been more than nine years, sir.”

“It has, hasn’t it.” He stretched languidly, obviously enjoying himself. “Undress. Get on the bed and lay on your back.”

I did so immediately, already growing erect. I lay with my naked back on his blanket, face flushed. Lydon hadn’t seen me naked in years. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, or how he’d react. I wasn’t anywhere near as fit as I used to be. I had become thin and pale, my hair almost completely silver. I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face. What was he seeing?

The Master laughed, using his toes to trace my thin hips.

“It has been awhile.” He sat up, leaning over me.

He leaned in, teasingly close, ‘til I could feel his breath on my lips, on my neck, on my chest.

What truly surprised me is that he continued downward. I had assumed that he would tease me, perhaps cane me. When his lips actually touched…. me… I almost came in his mouth.

“Sir!” I squeaked, every muscle tensing.

He pulled back, smirking wickedly. “Don’t cum, Jerome. Not unless I say so.”

His mouth went back to my cock, swallowing my skin. Tears burst from my eyes and I clutched at the bedspread wildly. I knew better than to buck into his mouth, but I could hardly control myself.

I hadn’t been allowed even to touch myself since my transgression, let alone have someone else… I hadn’t believed the Master would ever forgive me. And this just seemed like a new torture and a gift from god at the same time.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it. “P-please, sir! God, sir, please!” I cried, weeping. I was on fire, everything was concentrating into a white hot ball of pressure. I felt as if I would explode.

The Master pulled away once more, with a slow lick. “Are you going to disobey me? Should you wait another nine years?”

I shook my head, tears trailing down my face into my ears and hair. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from making any sound.

He slid up beside me, hand caressing its way up my side. “Should I forgive you?”

I felt the explosion subsiding slightly, the pressure finding its way out through my tears. I gasped between tears, biting back sobs. I could do nothing but shake my head. I couldn’t bear to say anything and have my words broken by tears.

“No?” he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think you’ve been punished enough?”

I took a slow, shaky breath, trying to get myself under control. “I deserve whatever you decide I deserve, Master.”

He wiped away one of my tears and I managed a smile for him. He sat up again and rested himself comfortably in his pillows again. He waved at me, dismissively.

“Go fuck someone, Jerome. Whoever you like.” he gave me a stern look. “But if you ever take a lover outside of this house, without my permission, ever again-“ his eyes hardened. He didn’t need to finish his threat.

“Thank you, sir.” I slid off the bed, trembling, no longer hard. I dressed silently, bowing to him before I left his room.