Looking around Nikolas,
the heavy footsteps had signaled the approach of the big man; Kyler tried
holding back a snicker. Stevie didn’t say a word as Master Van handcuffed his
wrists and hauled him off his feet, “I’ll take this wee troublemaker off yer
hands, Nik.” He winked, throwing Stevie over his shoulder.
“Where are we
going?” Stevie squeaked, but Master Van wasn’t listening or appeared not to be.
Stevie began
squirming.
“I’ll deal with ye
in a minute, aye. Looks like you me l’il pet be needin’ a good ole fashioned
spankin’.” Master Van man growled at him, “Now, be still, lad!” and rewarded
Stevie with one large handed swat on his behind, which Stevie groaned at this
time.
“You
cannot do this!” Stevie cried out, earning him another stinging slap. “Oh God,
oh God, oh God! I think I’m going to Heaven.”
“I’ll be yer god a’right.”
Master Van sighed deeply, “See you later, Nik.”
An arm wrapped
around Kyler’s waist, half lifting him off the ground and scooped him into
Nikolas’ arms, then carried through the crowd. “Oh, oh, I guess it’s my turn,” slinging
his arms around the master’s neck. Everyone was staring at them, but no one
approached. None dared.
As they trudged
on, Kyler contemplated struggling against the Dom’s arm around his waist, but
it would have been useless and it just felt too good. The hold felt safe. Kyler
had never felt that before while in the care of any of his past masters. A
multitude of faces blurred passed him, either looking at them with open
contempt from the subs that stood alone or with outright amusement from those
who had a Master to be proud to serve. Most gave them a wide path.
Kyler tried to
keep his eyes down as he reflected on what just happened between him and Nikolas.
He was disappointed in himself for feeding into that queen’s verbal attack. Kyler
was sure that sexy Master Nikolas wanted; no he needed what Kyler had to offer,
but not so much after that bitch Stevie.
Why did it bother him so much that his childish antics might have blown
his chances? “Where are you taking me?” he demanded, which earned him a simple
grunt.
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