tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48228832025893461242024-02-19T11:37:15.542-05:00Learn from yesterday. Live for Today. Hope for tomorrow.Betryal the Fallen Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13494228623972311084noreply@blogger.comBlogger283125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-15952157320027558122014-12-27T13:46:00.000-05:002014-12-27T13:46:00.603-05:00December 2014 Hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday season far? Whatever you do DON'T ask me about mine. Might not like the answer...As you all know I am a private person. Well I didn't make it through the holidays unscathed. Still have one more month to go and that is going to be hardest month yet. If you are interested *speaking to blog contributors not blog followers* then follow my AotN18. <br />
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I want to hear about everyone's holiday I need to the pick me ups...I see that new edition is doing well Raiden? *looks to Raiden* Saw the pics of him *smiles*. Ty for sharing all the pics with me. They are greatly appreciated *hugs Raiden tight* Hopefully we will see everyone back on here soon. I miss everyone *smiles sadly* You all are greatly missed and greatly loved by me. Hope everyone feels the same about me? Love you all *hugs everyone tight*Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-52542644580260678412014-12-18T11:45:00.001-05:002014-12-18T11:45:48.945-05:00December 2014 Hey everyone, <br />
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It has been a rough holiday for my wolf and I. But our beautiful wife has been helping us through it. She is a true blessing and a gift to be treasured. I know that we are going to make it no matter what happends. Normally I would have a lot to say but for some reason I am at a loss for words to describe how I feel right at this moment. I just know that to finding a love that is to last the test of time is rare but to finding it a second time in the same lifetime is extremely rare. But that is what has happened to me. Not only did I find that with my wolf but I also found that with our wife. I know there are few things that would make this the perfect holiday for me and that is to having my children back with me. I love you all *hugs everyone tight* <br />
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PS: demon, know that I will always be with you no matter what happens. For you are a true one of a kind friend that I have come to care about so much and would mourn great if I were to lose to you. You are one of the very few people that I hold very close to my heart. So stay safe!!! Know that I love you to pieces like mices *rolls eyes at you when you see it* Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-55720853276491621252014-10-17T10:56:00.000-04:002014-10-17T10:56:23.699-04:00October 2014I am soooooo sorry for not being on here sooner. But home lappy is still down. Life has just gotten in the way of things *snickers* <br />
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Well lets see what I have been up to over the last several months. Buried my daughter. My wolf and I are doing quite good now even with the tragedy. We have added a new pack memeber to our den. So we've been getting shit over it all from my family and people who want to keep the drama going, you know. I have also come out of the 'closet' so to speak with the help of my new pack mate ;). She is a wonderful person. She's funny, sexy and I love her completely among many other things. My wolf and I are truly blessed to have this person in our lives, home and of course *grins wickedly*. I have also been dealing with a lot of issues that I hadn't resolved until now. Even some that I have fully forgotten about. Now most of you know that I'm a very private person. For the most part I am but I have acknowledged that I am truly a bi-sexual person and I am soooooo enjoying it. <br />
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I have had to hide who I truly am because of my family (mostly my grandparents) and it took our newest and special pack member to bring it out in me and I'm accepting it. I just now need to make the rest of the world understand it (if that is even possible). I know most of you would *especially our resident Demon...winks* There is one thing you all should know about me. I have never judged a person by anything without getting to know them completely first. That is how I was raised and how I have brought my own children up. There are too many people in this world who do judge a person by their sexual preference, race, etchnic backgrounds and so forth. But no one has the right to do so. As my wife and pack mate puts it 'You can not call me a bitch until you have known me for 3 months. After that then you can call me a bitch.' <br />
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I love both my wolf and my wife. She has completed our lives in so many ways that I couldn't have dreamed was possible. We are given one soul mate if we are lucky enough to find that person but to be given two in the same lifetime is truly amazing and a true blessing. Love me, hate me, but you will respect me and anyone else on this wonderful site. Love you all with all my heart *hugs everyone tight* Will try to continue on as Demon would want me too *smiles happily* Someone please message me here about information on our friend. I do worry about him!!Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-9754777595647949422014-01-28T21:15:00.001-05:002014-01-28T21:15:58.890-05:00January 2014 Live is a learning experience. And some level it is but on some levels it just f* blows *pardon my French please* Life is to be treasured not taken carelessly or that for whatever reason there is. Like someone being shot, children passing in their sleep. Right now I feel like going completely off the rails and joining my baby girl. But then I would leave behind my mate, my stepson, my two older daughters and others. I just want this hurt to go away. Before anyone says if there is anything I or my mate needs. Here is the answer to that question...We just want our daughter back simple as that. Yes my Wolf and I both lean on each other through this dark time in our lives. I just thought that we would have more time with her. I'm sorry for venting but I don't know what else to do except to go off the rails and that's not an option right now. Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-2736474506826826182014-01-26T10:27:00.003-05:002014-01-26T10:27:59.405-05:00Where have the days gone?<b><span style="font-size: large;">I don't even remember the last time that I put something up on here. Is it right bad that I forgot about my bog? Loser is a lesser word to what I'd be using right now. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">A lot has been happening. My kid is graduating from high school this year. Grade 12. Jesus. For those of you that didn't know I have a son. I do. Here's a pic of him that not many of you even know about. He's the one flexing of course. -chuckling- The future bodyguard or cop which is his goal. Towering me by a real good bit. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I'll try to post more often, now that I'm sorta back and my Angel girl is posting. Right glad to see that. Your demon has missed you! Hell knows where the rest of the others are. Hope they're good and healthy somewhere and keeping safe. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Over and out!</span></b>Betryal the Fallen Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13494228623972311084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-28924436921149978072014-01-26T01:47:00.002-05:002014-01-26T01:47:20.962-05:00January 2014 I know long time....But I have been enjoying my family and still no internet where I am located. <br />
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This is for those that have known me for a while. As you all know of the struggles that my mate and I have faced in the past especially with our pup (daughter). Now we are facing the hardest struggle there is. As of January 23rd, 2014 we lost our little pup. She was only 19 months. We don't know how or why she was taken from us so soon *have cried many tears so far* This is our little pup. She was a beauty and she was her daddy's world and her mommy's girl. She was conceived in love, brought into this world with that love, and that is how she left us. She was only with us a short time but she was truly loved by us, her bubby and everyone that came into contact with her. She daddy said that she was special and she had magick and she knew how to use it. The magick that she had and wielded was the love that she shared. Her name is Kitiara Tatiana Weaver Born on Father's Day 2012 Passed on January 23rd, 2014. We love you Sugy Bear. <br />
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Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-26668123523637013552013-08-28T15:25:00.001-04:002013-08-28T15:25:16.834-04:00August 2013 Sorry for not being able to be on here much. But as you all know life gets in the way. I mean seriously in the way. Now to bring everyone up to speed. My mate and I had court earlier this month to see if we are going to be able get our little pup permy? Well everything has gone slower than malosses but we are going to get her back here very soon. Now our little pup had surgery on the 22nd of this month. She's doing good. <br />
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As far as I go...*snickers* I'm ready to show everyone involved with us just how much a bitch I can truly be. Reason is this the 'foster family' that our little pup is with is trying to call all the fucking shots here. Instead of doing what is fucking convient for us they are doing what is convient for them. Examples are as followed: Treating me like I'm nothing just some dumb bitch that got knocked up with her and so forth. I had one helluva bad experience with this 'mother'. She is a bible-thumping, holier than thou, perfect mother. I'm ready to just chew her up and spit out her fucking remains. (sorry for the cussing) <br />
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She has treated me like I shouldn't even be a mother. She has micromanaged me for the entire hospital stay. She even cut our pup's hair after we were specific to her about what not to cut. Then she had layers put in it. Doesn't not look good on my pup. She has even talked with the peditriation to get my pup cleared for funeral that she doesn't even need to go too. So the foster bitch even took it upon herself to change my pup's appointment with the peditriatan and doesn't even tell me about it until now. <br />
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Yeah, I'm not to fucking happy right now with this 'foster fucking mother'. She thinks that she and her fucking family are going to be able to keep my pup permy. RIIIIIIIIIIIGHT........Over my fucking dead body. *bites foster mother extremely hard* <br />
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One good thing is that we now have a charger for the computer so I will be able to get online more often now *smiles* <br />
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Love everyone *hugs all tightly* Thank you for bearing with me through this entire bs. Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-11204451358224584512013-07-24T12:41:00.001-04:002013-07-24T12:41:23.550-04:00July 24th, 2013 Hey everyone, I know I know....<br />
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There are some updated pics of the little one. She just turned 1 on June 17th. She's trying to help me out here. btblmlm<br />
]//] V FYgyiyjmkjmkim u That is from Kitiara "Kitty". My mate and I are still trying to get her home with us but that seems to be far away. In the process we lost our home, I lost him for a few weeks, you name it and we are going through it all. Even his psyco ex is attacking me again saying that "You don't deserve to be a mother." "You don't deserve to have kitiara" "You are a whore" and so forth. She even wants me in my grave. Now she's offered us her new apt just so we can get our little one home. I flat out told my mate that if you do take her up on her 'offer' then it's my death warrant that you sign. <br />
Anyone wants to know something, I'm not afraid of her or about what she can do to me. I just want my little one safe from her. Considering she thinks she's a better mother than I am and everything. But what mother goes out and does cocaine to lose 50 lbs? What mother leaves her son to do whatever she wants? I told my mate that maybe this bitch is right about me. Maybe they all are? I just don't know anymore? There are times that I just want to give up and walk away from my mate and our daughter. If it wasn't for him and everyone here I would have been walking the plane of shadows. Love everyone here...*hugs everyone tight*Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-29777501428355364942013-05-02T17:55:00.002-04:002013-05-02T17:55:55.744-04:00April 6th, 2013 <br />
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But I have missed everyone here alot. I have been thinking more and more about our fearless Demon has been doing and how his health has been *smiles gently* I can't wait to get here full time *crosses fingers* hopefully that will be soon. On another note we have been ordered by the court to do parenting classes and dv classes. So far so good on my end I just hope that my wolf with get his stuff going be fore long *crosses fingers still*<br />
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Love you all and hope to hear from everyone before long *hugs everyone* Demon, I hope you are well and behaving yourself *winks mischievously* Love you my friend *hugs Demon gently and kisses cheek* Hey everyone, I am so so so sorry for not being on here like I was. But the only time that I can is when my Wolf's brother can get over here so we can use his power pack for the computer. But to bring everyone up to speed on what has been happening with us and our little one. We have been embroiled with CPS for almost a year now. According to the damn doctors and them they say that she was born with Down's Syndrome. These stupid fucktards don't seem to realize that we are capable of taking care of her 'special needs' as well as provide for her. Everyone thinks that they know what is best for her but us. There is good news we went to court on March 13th of 2013 and the judge did say that if we want her home sooner then we file the proper paper work that is what we are planning on doing. Because we are going to have her home by June 17th. I did suffer a miscarriage back in mid to late February of this year. Before everyone wishes me their appologizes on the miscarriage my Wolf and I have accepted it as a blessing right now with everything that we are going through at this moment in time. <br />
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How for some news on my other children. My oldest daughter is doing well. She is just under 5 foot in height. Doing well in school and now her extra cirricular activies are going well. My second oldest is not doing so well. Her heart is giving out on her. Her cardiologist is fighting the damn hospital on getting her in to getting her heart surgery going again. My mother's fucktard daughter in law could have killed my daughter. My daughter was suffering a heartattack and the stupid bitch gave her aspirin and sent her back to bed instead of rushing to her to the e.r. So my mother's son called his wife out on it and is about fed up with her igornance. She's also the one who is pushing for the adoption of my older girls. My mother also informed that the fucktard bitch maybe transferring to where I am and she thinks that she get her fucking paws on my youngest one. She comes anywhere near me and it will be at her own stupidity. <br />
But I have missed everyone here alot. I have been thinking more and more about our fearless Demon has been doing and how his health has been *smiles gently* I can't wait to get here full time *crosses fingers* hopefully that will be soon. On another note we have been ordered by the court to do parenting classes and dv classes. So far so good on my end I just hope that my wolf with get his stuff going be fore long *crosses fingers still*<br />
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Love you all and hope to hear from everyone before long *hugs everyone* Demon, I hope you are well and behaving yourself *winks mischievously* Love you my friend *hugs Demon gently and kisses cheek*<br />
Angel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-25785217528406334752013-05-02T17:55:00.001-04:002013-05-02T17:55:17.708-04:00May 2nd 2013Hello to everyone *giggles* Angel here...Yeah yeah I know but those of you that are close to me know that I am a proud mother and a proud mate. But what you all don't know is that I am a mother of 3 beautiful girls or you all might already know. But here is something that is on the serious side. My Lucy (2nd oldest) is in some serious need of prayers and a miracle now. <br />
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Now for a quick flashback. She has a condition that is very life threatening. It has to do with her heart *flashfoward* She is only 13 and is in need of a new heart but she is not on the transplant list. Her cardiologist is doing what he can to get her the surgery to save her life but there is a fucking bitch of a social worker that is saying she doesn't need it. That it can wait *strangles the stupid bitch* They have given my daughter until the 11th of this month. Reason is because custody cannot be established and those that have her and her sister cannot produce any paperwork stating they have any type of custody other than financial that I gave them to begin with. She has already suffered heartattacks from her condition. My brother doesn't care what is wife is doing to screw me out of my daughters according to him 'he's not in it' *bites his wife* Yeah right *bites brother*<br />
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Just please pray for a miracle for her soon so she can stay around to see her baby sister Kitty is all I ask. Love you all to pieces *hugs everyone* <br />
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*Sneaks up behind Demon and gooses him* ;) and lolAngel of the Nighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09993535968070190220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-66351101398960243972013-04-27T11:32:00.002-04:002013-04-27T11:32:35.998-04:00The Art of Breaking - Part 30<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Master Nikolas
used a key to unlock a door and didn’t release his powerful hold on Kyler till
he was set down on what was clearly a spanking bench.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The moment the
door closed to the playroom Kyler glanced over toward Nikolas. “He was acting
like a total ass, Master Nikolas.” </div>
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Nikolas looked at
him then, eyes betraying the calm exterior. “He was trying to get attention,” Nikolas
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Kyler nodded.
“More than just a little.”</div>
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“His need to be
seen and heard makes him resort to doing stupid things.”</div>
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“How about you,
Master Nikolas? Is there something you have that needs attention?”</div>
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“Stevie had no
right to go throwing some of what he did in your face.” </div>
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Another question
ignored? Did he do it on purpose or was it a case of selective hearing. Kyler was
getting irked by it. </div>
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His gaze went back
to Nikolas. Kyler raised a single eyebrow, listening. Damn, he thought. This
incredible, sculpted man was actually defending him and standing up for him?
That, in and of itself, told him a lot. Please don't let me be wrong. Strike
three and it’s over. For good this time! He'll have nightmares every night
instead of every other.</div>
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“I can’t expect
him to respect me just because of whom I am in this club, and he’s not a true
sub. He’s employed by Master D to run administration side of things.” Nikolas
cleared his throat, moving a little closer to Kyler. “Boy…if you don’t stop
looking at me like that…” </div>
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Kyler couldn’t
tear his gaze away from Nikolas’s to-die-for green eyes. “Like what?”</div>
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Those eyes flickered
over his smaller, slim frame, followed his every move, gesture, facial
expression. Shifting his gaze, adverting them to Nikolas’s eyes that, although
they gave him a dark intense stare, wasn’t condemning or judgmental. “I can’t
help it. I love your eyes, precious.” It showed a side of him that Kyler was
sure didn’t come to the forefront easily. </div>
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Nikolas’s hand
cupped the back of Kyler’s neck, his mouth looking about to take a kiss. Oh my
God, this is it! He’s going to kiss me? </div>
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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
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“Where are we
going?” Stevie squeaked, but Master Van wasn’t listening or appeared not to be.
</div>
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Stevie began
squirming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“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. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“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.”</div>
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“I’ll be yer god a’right.”
Master Van sighed deeply, “See you later, Nik.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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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.</div>
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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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>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.</div>
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Nikolas’s eyes cut
across the short distance to the sub, making the noise in the club disappear
for one heated moment. He allowed his gaze to wander over Kyler, observing with
clear intensity this new information, forcing himself to stay put, now determined
not to follow his intentions tonight. If Kyler turned out to be just a sub for the
duration of a few hours, he would find a way to survive it. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
He always had. </div>
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Although Nikolas
suspected it would be easier to get through the evening if he’d just went home,
but there was something about Kyler that intrigued Nikolas, and that alone made
him want to get to know the younger man better. Kyler had the quirky
personality, the snarky remarks, and the looks to spin more than just his head.
He’d already noticed a few of the other Doms looking Kyler’s way. He gave him
credit where credit was due... Kyler wasn’t fake. He seemed natural and
genuine, and now Nikolas found himself wanting more, and oddly enough he liked
it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Not mistaking the
look in his eyes; the way he looked at him, his body flexed hard in response,
his thinning control nearly unraveled. He liked every damned thing about Kyler,
but one. There is one thing he’d like from a sub….only one. “I can’t offer you
more than that.” Meeting Kyler had lit a fire inside him in more ways than one.
He leaned closer as he spoke in soft, serious tones. “For an hour or two, since
that’s about all we have.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Clearing his
throat, one crooked finger above his head beckoned to a man just as tall yet
larger in build than Nikolas himself, to make his way over to them. Caution
kept Nikolas where he stood between the two younger men, who continuously shot
looks of contempt toward each other. The hostility was obvious between them,
evident in their facial expressions and the tension in their postures. Nikolas
kept in check his amusement at the situation by schooling his sharply sculpted
face, still full of hard angles. Relief came only by the soft fullness of his
mouth lifting up at one corner in a coy grin as Master Van approached through
the crowd, parting the patrons easily as he made a beeline towards them. </div>
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“Oh poo. I did, sugar,
but a girl can hope that it was for us you booked the room for and not some
other sssub.” The heavy sigh coming out was overly dramatic as arms were
detangled from a choking grip cutting off the ability to even swallow. “Anyhow,
sweetness, the room isn’t taken if you’d like to dump your little rock star
wannabe and make use of it with little ole me.”</div>
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Kyler put his warm
hand on Nikolas’s and his whole arm tingled. He leaned toward him. “Master Nikolas,
can we please leave now?” </div>
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Stevie cocked a
brow. “We? He’s not going anywhere with you. Isn’t it past your curfew? Now run
along home to mommy and daddy.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
The piercing shrill
of that one word ‘we’ made Nikolas cringe. Looking down from the hand on his up
to the handsome face that, if he didn’t know better smiled mischievously, eyes
heavy lidded with guy-liner and with those long black lashes that every woman
would be envious of, remained focused squarely on Stevie. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Yes, we. What
didn’t you understand, dip-shit?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Stevie gasped in
outrage “What would he want with an Emo freak?” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“More than he
would with a drama Queen!” Kyler smirked. He’d win this little match against
this insufferable diva. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
When he looked
over his shoulder, Nikolas wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the contempt
in Stevie’s eyes as he was not paying attention to him per say, but summing up Kyler
instead. Kyler didn’t seem amused by this abrupt interruption either, but he
was enjoying the whose dick was bigger contest. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Stevie narrowed
his eyes dramatically and said in a loud screech. “Oh no you didn’t, you little
bitch!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Kyler spat.
“You’re nothing but a skanky little biatch…Let’s get one thing clear…HE doesn’t
need you since WE are taking the room.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Their eyes were
shooting daggers at each other and Nikolas started getting uncomfortably caught
in the crossfire of this pissing contest. This was going to turn really bad and
ugly. Nothing good could come of this. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Stevie looked at
Nikolas expectantly. “You can’t talk to me that way. Can he, Master Nikolas
cause…” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“I can because out
of us two at least I know how to apply eye makeup” Kyler cut into the rest of
what Stevie wanted to say, abruptly.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“That’s enough!” Nikolas
intervened. “Do I have to put you both in a corner?” His voice vibrated his
strength and power, halting all commotion, all demonstrations, and all
conversation. Even the music was lowered in volume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Stevie, not
another word out of you is that clear?” Snippets of hushed conversation around
them drowned out his thoughts. His eyebrows knit together in an intimidating
furrow making no attempt to look charming as Nikolas made his own personal
assessment of the situation. “Same goes to you, Kyler.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“But, he started
it,” Kyler said as Nikolas continued to scowl.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Kyler!” One
eyebrow raised, Nikolas gave the man a censured, stern look from his vibrant
green eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Kyler’s eyes
remained on Nikolas's face for a moment, and then they moved slowly down over
his body and back again. "Ok, Master Nikolas, but as long we’re…you're
here, as long as you remain here, you're the only one I want. Please."
Determined brown eyes locked with green ones with a mixture of uncertainty and
what looked like hope.</div>
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For the first time
in months, Nikolas had at least the illusion of privacy here at the club. The
only sounds and smells he’d have to endure were his or his chosen sub for a few
hours. It was a minuscule improvement in the grotesque melodrama his life had
become, and he was grateful for it. </div>
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Here, he thought
he wouldn’t have to guard himself so rigidly against the emotions that kept
sweeping over him. Nikolas looked down at the gorgeous man with the black hair
and…was that a purple streak? smiling up at him expectantly with lips begging to
be kissed. Nikolas had to admit that the eyes staring at him were captivating,
a bright brown with flecks of green, lined with color. Was the liner purple
too? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nikolas was partially stunned, but
captivated by the younger man. He could get lost in… All that just changed in a
split second. He was already lost. </div>
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Peering up at him
through the dark shagged bangs that covered his eyes, Kyler brushed a few stray
strands from his face. "It seems we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Kyler.
And you are?" He reached up, hand open, for a handshake.</div>
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Nikolas, avoiding
his outstretched hand, just stared. "Not, your Master,” he replied with a
mild amusement that failed to disguise his distrust of this farce. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Your eyes are
like precious green emeralds full of suspicion.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Do what?” He
backed away a bit when the black haired guy, or was it really black, Nikolas
couldn’t be sure, began laughing. Not a full out belly laugh, but a laugh
nonetheless. No one laughed around him like this. What an odd little guy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
"Your name is
Nikolas." </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Nikolas nodded his
head once in acknowledgement. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
"So you see,
Master Nikolas." Kyler motioned to him. "I’m Kyler." He motioned
to himself. "Confusion over."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Looking around
them, Nikolas’s eyes darted in different directions as he began scanning their
surroundings. “I get it now…This is some fucked up joke and I’m on candid
camera or is it that show: Punked?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
"I can assure
you it’s neither. I doubt anyone's near dumb enough to trip over someone’s foot
in this place other than me." He shrugged. The corner of his mouth tugged
up, revealing a small dimple. Kyler moved his ankle and hissed. “Ouch, it hurts
all the way up my leg. That was a stupid move.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Hands came to rest
on Nikolas’s shoulders then snaked over broad shoulders to wrap around his neck
from behind. He looked up with a jerk.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Stevie smiled down
at him. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Nikolas started to
stand, but the arms wouldn’t budge, then the other man’s chest pressed to his
back, “Oooh my big, tough Master Nikolas. Don’t get up. It’s not every day I
get to be on top. So, where have you been and how did you slip by the front
desk without me seeing you?” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Hello, Stevie.
You knew I’d be here tonight.” Those well manicured and painted pink nails on
him. Stevie wasn’t just the cream of the cream with flamboyance; he was the top
of the crop. Long brown hair to his shoulders was brushed to a glossy shine. A
cutoff tank top revealed a pierced belly button adorned with a diamond which
sparkled like his witty charm, and was matched to the tightest little mini
skirt this side of Toronto. The
outfit was topped off with purple shiny leather boots, which rode high up to
reach mid thigh. A nice little package, if that would have been Nikolas’s
thing, but if he’d wanted a chick, he would have remained straight. Many women had
proposed their intension over the years, but the sexual appeal just didn’t
hold. He just didn’t swing that way. They are great to have as friends, but not
as sexually long-term partners. But who was he trying to kid? He found this
more than appealing on Kyler. The whole attire suited the guy and still left
most of it to the imagination. He was doomed already. </div>
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“Look, Nikolas, I
know you’re hurting, and I’m sorry, dear boy, but to take it out on everyone
who’s trying to help you is not the answer.” </div>
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Nikolas gave
Dominique a long, measuring look and then sighed. “I owe you my life on more
than one occasion, Dominique, but for this one thing. I. Do. Not. Want
company.” His voice was hard as flint. Until he was back on track, someone
would hit close to home by targeting anyone close to him. Could it get any
worse? </div>
<div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="line-height: 150%;">
“You just want to mope and
feel sorry for yourself, is that it?” His ex-Master said. He straightened and
shook his head. “I don’t know why, boy, but when it comes to you I’m not sure
whether to trust my own instincts. But I do know this one thing. You are not
the man I knew.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Nikolas fumed
within, but he remained calm and cool as he turned back to face Ashton. “And
you! I wish to be left alone. Doesn’t anyone get this? It would be best if you
left. And do not bother coming again. I’m not much for this idle conversation
right now.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Your attitude
stinks, but that is just the same old you.” Hands held high, Ashton
surrendered. “My work is done here. I’ll just leave you to attend to my friend.
In lieu of fighting with you or listening to you spew lengthy lectures that you
know I’m not going to listen to anyway, I’ll just be leaving.” Ashton shrugged
his shoulders with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “I’ll call you, Kyler.”
He winked down at his friend, walking out with fingers crossed. “Damn I sure
hope I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Hey what…but… U
can’t just leave me here! Kyle sputtered. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
It ripped into Nikolas’s
gut to hear Ashton saying this to him. He had considered Ashton his most
trusted ally in his team, a confidant. Trust was something that didn’t come
easy. It was earned, not given freely. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
“Excuuuse me!” the
shorter man huffed. “Big guy! Yeah, you. Hurt man down here. Some undivided
attention would be nice.” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Nikolas looked
down at the young man and felt the nice brick wall he’d built around his heart
long ago beginning to crack. The guy was actually pouting. His lower lip pushed
out and everything. Jesus, even his eyes were sad. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-indent: .5in;">
Nikolas felt a
surge of sensation, both physical and emotional, and was completely lost to
this man in a space of a single heartbeat. Nikolas groaned and closed his eyes,
and when he opened them again, he hoped the alluring man would be gone, but he
was still rooted to the same chair he’d sat him in. </div>
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“You okay, Ky?” Ashton
asked, getting down on one knee to look at the subject at hand. “I gotta tell
ya though, you two look great together. I saw you stall when you looked into
his eyes. Amazing color, right?” </div>
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“We do not! I did not!” Kyler
swallowed hard. “And I think I only twisted it, that’s all. I’ll be okay, but
can we just go home now? Please.” This big, dark-haired god was about as rude
and obnoxious as all get out. His damn ankle hurt like hell. He looked at the
top of his friend’s head to see it turned, looking at the big, buffed, growly
guy, and gasped when he caught the green eyed beastie eyeing him back.</div>
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“Busted!” Ashton said laughing.
“Did you see him looking? He’s so into you. Kyler, trust me okay? I know you do
trust me and that man there?” He pointed at his boss over his shoulder with a
backward thumb, “He’s a really great guy. He’s my boss, actually, but my point
is he’s a Master and you couldn’t be in more capable hands. If you play your
trump cards right he’s one hellova great guy and a perfect master for you.” </div>
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"So you say," he
snapped. "Look, I didn’t come here to get hooked up." <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He paused and admired the man's attributes and
unconsciously licked his lips, "I'm not looking for a Master either and
I'm damn sure not looking for your boss." He nibbled on that lower lip now
and whispered, "He has amazing green eyes, though. Is he always that
difficult?” Kyler whispered to Ashton while he stared at the tall and beautiful
man. He couldn’t help admiring the defined muscles, tall straight posture that
screamed leader. His definite downfall and this man carried every single
attribute he admired in a man. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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“He isn’t the easiest boss
in the world. He hollers at everyone.” Ashton commented as Nikolas started a
heated argument with the other Master. “Try working for him. He’s making life
in general really hard on himself. Kyler, look I know you and Nikolas are right
for each other. Just give him a chance. He needs you as badly as you need him.
He just needs that stick that got stuck up his ass removed and you’re just the
guy to do it. I love you both; I just wanna see you happy. Don’t hate me,
okay?” </div>
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“Hate you? I loath you
right now, but…” Kyler rolled his eyes at Ashton. Could he really take this one
final leap? What if it all went to shits ville…yet, what if this worked. He
sighed inwardly and he internal banter. He’d planned on leaving after tonight
anyway. Right? “I’m such a fool. Maybe this once…”</div>
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Ashton slapped him on the
back, almost toppling Kyler head first off the chair. “You won’t regret it.
You’ll thank me. You’ll see.” </div>
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Kyler poke both of
Ashton’s cheeks, “Don’t hold your breath.” He just hoped Ashton was right or
he’d live to regret the day he was born.</div>
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“Hey, boss man.”</div>
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Nikolas spun on his heels
as he was about to attempt crouching down and assess the young man only to come
face to face with Ashton. With a shocked expression he didn’t bother
acknowledging his greeting. “Ashton, why are you here? In this club of all
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“I thought I’d
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“How the hell do
you think I’m doing,” he growled. </div>
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“Well this place
isn’t exactly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">forbidden </i>you know. Me
and Kyler came to have a drink, mix, and mingle. You know, the usual...”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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“Leave,” The
single abrupt word was all he seemed inclined to say.</div>
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“I’m afraid I
can’t do that, you see. We’re here now and not going anywhere. Why don’t you
have a drink with us? Set aside the boss and employee for one night and do the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">friends having a friendly drink deal. </i>We
can even forget the serious list of bullshit that runs longer than your leg.”</div>
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“Spare me the details and
leave.” Nikolas’s tone was cold, distant. “Tough as it is to believe, Ashton,
at the moment I have other things on my mind.”</div>
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“Boy oh boy, do you ever.”</div>
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Before Nikolas made an
attempt to get clarification on that snarky remark, he felt someone tapping on
his shoulder. Exhaling he turned to find Master Dominique standing over him
with a smirk. “And to what do I owe this honor?”</div>
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The older Master raised
his brow and said, “A moment of your time young Master. We have something
important to address and it won’t wait. After you.”</div>
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Nikolas rose to his feet
with an angry snarl. Maybe he should have listened to Braxton and gone to China
instead. He gave one last threatening look at Ashton that promised hell and
followed his ex-Master.</div>
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"What the
hell?" Nikolas’s quick reflexes acted on instinct and with one long arm he
grabbed the shorter man around his waist to keep the man from tumbling headfirst
at his feet. “Easy there,” he grumbled while he tried to keep his feet planted.
Damn kid about brought them both down. Fine scene that would make. </div>
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“Oh, oh!” Kyler’s wild
arms and legs were everywhere at once. “Ouch, Jesus you have arms of steel now
don’t you? Let go! You’re squishing me.” </div>
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“Bloody hell, can you just
sto...” The man in his arms started squirming, begging to be let down and
incidentally his arm was rubbing up against Nikolas’s crotch. He groaned. An
erection he hadn’t felt in days, weeks, months even, began to overwhelm him as
his cock swelled rapidly. Nikolas hurt so damned much right then from said
erection that it was begging to split the seams of his leather pants. His
raging anger was the only thing that kept him in check and sane. “Knock it
off!”</div>
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“Oh? Well, aren’t you the
growly one? You know you’d be way more handsome if it weren’t for that fierce
look you have.” </div>
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Nikolas glared at the smart-mouthed
package he held in his arms and snarled.</div>
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“Uh, sorry?” Kyler squeaked.
“But it hurts. Actually it’s throbbing.”</div>
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Nikolas groaned and agreed
fully. </div>
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Glancing below the larger
man’s waist, Kyler then realized this man knew not what he’d actually meant. "Mind
out of gutter, chump,” he point down to his ankle. I meant my ankle. Now, do
you mind putting me down? Just my luck! I just got here. What's the use of
going through the hell of wandering around lost in this damn place only to find
myself at the feet of another Master? No way, no how. Not tonight!"</div>
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“What?” This young man in
his arms was clearly drunk or something. Who the hell said anything about being
this one’s Master anyway? Timeworn boots clicked against the marble tiles of
the large room as long slender legs sheathed in black leather stepped to a
chair to sit the man down on it. “Buddy, if you’re looking for a good time,
this isn’t the place to look and I’m not the guy for it.”</div>
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“I’m not sure about this.”</div>
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Ashton took a hold of the
shorter man’s wrist and for measure gave it a yank. “Oh come on. We’re just
going in for a drink or two and have a look around. Who knows, maybe I’ll get
lucky.”</div>
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Kyler snorted, “You’re too
damn vanilla. They’d eat you up.”</div>
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“Do you <i>know</i> how
long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” He stopped and knocked on the door. “Too
long, and right now I’m wiling to undergo a spanking for it. So, let’s do
this.”</div>
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Almost at once the door
opened and Kyler yelped as Ashton pulled him in. </div>
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“Jeez, I swear that guy at
the door was going to do a butt search,” Ashton huffed as he drug Kyler behind
him towards the set of wooden doors at the end of the hallway. “Would you stop
pulling against me already? There’s no turning back from here.”</div>
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Kyler’s heart, or what was
left of it, pounded within his chest, feeling like it was looking for a way
out. He tried to talk, but his tongue refused to leave the roof of his dry
mouth. And with as tight as Ashton was holding him, he no longer felt it. All
he could do was follow his wicked friend down the twenty foot hallway towards
the big wooden double doors. The closer they got the louder the music grew, and
the harder his heart worked at finding a way out. There were Masters on the
other side of the doors. There were men who wanted nothing more than to strip
his ass naked and hurt him, and here he was going right on inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Ashton knocked at the
locked door and turned to smile at him, giving him courage, or something like
that. </div>
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“Let’s not do this, Ashton.
I can’t do this. I…”</div>
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His words were cut short
when the door opened and they were immediately surrounded by waves of warm
lights and music almost giving a sense of comfort. He followed blindly behind Ashton
and apologized to everyone he ran into, no thanks to Ashton who was almost
running throughout the establishment. In and out of tables and around people
who seemed to be standing in the way no matter what way he was drug. </div>
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“Come on! I see a clear
spot in the back.”</div>
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“Would you slow down, I’m
gonna fall dammit.”</div>
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“Holy fuck I think someone
just patted my ass!” Ashton hissed in excitement.</div>
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Kyler laughed. “No, that
was my foot kicking you in the ass to slow the hell down. We aren’t in a
marathon.”</div>
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“Holy Mary, Mother of
Jesus!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .5in;">
Kyler watched Ashton’s
head to see where he was looking, not that it mattered, he couldn’t see over or
around him anyway. “What?”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .5in;">
“Those guys over there?
One has the other tied to a rack or something and he’s hitting him with a whip.
And over there…holy shit! How in the hell do you do this shit?”</div>
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Kyler stopped. “You are
such a prat.” He dug his heals in and pulled his arm back. “Seen enough now? You
are so worse than a tyke in a candy store! Now can we leave?” he yanked on
Ashton’s sleeve back in the direction of the door.</div>
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Ashton looked up over the
crowds and shook his head, pulling Kyler back to his side. With a grin he said,
“Not a chance. We just got here. Now who’s being the prat?”</div>
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Before Kyler had an opportunity
to do anything, say anything, he was being dragged again deeper into the
interior of the establishment. He didn’t even have a moment to look around. Not
that he really wanted to, but still. He would admit, feeling were returning and
not all of them bad, but that still didn’t fit into his comfort zone.</div>
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“Here we are. Damn, this
place is huge and so full. I didn’t realize there were so many guys into the scene.
Come on over here.”</div>
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All Kyler could do was
what Ashton wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was that or get
run over by a really big guy and his little sub that happened to be crawling on
all fours being led by a leash. All Kyler could think was, ‘no way.’</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none; text-indent: .5in;">
“Thank the gods he didn’t
leave.”</div>
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“Who?”</div>
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Ashton turned to look at Kyler.
“No one,” He turned back to where he’d been staring. “Let’s just see about
this,” he mumbled once again yanking on Kyler’s wrist. </div>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Kyler growled when Ashton yanked him once again and
tried pulling away but his strength, or lack of, wouldn’t stop the now trotting
Ashton. “What is your…” Suddenly he was let go and due to the momentum they’d
gained during their flight, Kyler plummeted ahead. He tripped over someone’s
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<br />Betryal the Fallen Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13494228623972311084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822883202589346124.post-89435839448951337922013-03-03T09:00:00.000-05:002013-03-03T09:00:54.747-05:00The Art of Breaking - Part 19 & 20<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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The waiter placed
their drinks in front of them, giving Nikolas a saucy come hither wink before
leaving the table. He picked it up and took a healthy swallow, reveling in the
burn. It was the most expensive Scotch money could buy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When it came to his club, Dominique spared no
expenses. </div>
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“My guess is as
good as yours, old friend.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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“Lighten up, Nikolas.
Maybe it’s a date. Someone has taken a great interest in you and I’d say it’s
about time.” Master D waved a hand around the room. “Many submissive men in
this room, this club specifically, are willing to be mastered by you, to kneel
for you, take the whip you wield to bring them to the height of pleasure with
its sting upon their tender skin, hear your voice as it commands them to come
or not to come, to beg for you to put them through their paces.” Dominique sat
back and sipped his Merlot, scrutinizing Nikolas’s reaction. “You know where
I’m going with this?” </div>
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“Yeah, and all the
thoughts you originate are further from the truth. Don’t you have work to do?”
Looking into his glass, Nikolas put it aside with disgust. Maybe coming here
had been a mistake. </div>
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“In a minute. I’m
not trying to make you mad. I’m just pointing out that you’ve been edgy the
last half year ever since… Throw caution to the wind and meet this man.
Frankly, my boy, you have nothing to lose.” Master D observed the shadows under
Nikolas's eyes and the stress lines around his mouth. His friend looked tired.</div>
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“Why?” Nikolas’s
voice went on, quiet and intense. “You know I come from time to time, do a
scene and always leave here alone.” His voice dropped a pitch. “I don’t do long
term and I have nothing to offer. My job sucks up most of my time leaving room
for no one. Hell, D, I don’t even own a pet because if I had one it would
starve to death from lack of nourishment and neglect. I couldn’t add the guilt
of that to what already lays heavily on my shoulders.” There. He’d said it. No
taking the words back now.</div>
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“I’ll get to that
in a minute, but there’s something I need you to see first. </div>
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Nikolas looked
down as Master D slid a paper under his nose. Glancing at the letter, he
suddenly felt his gut twist. He wasn’t smiling, let alone laughing. “Who gave
you this?”</div>
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“I found it under
my office door.”</div>
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“Why would someone
give this to you.” Nikolas asked. </div>
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“I am not here to judge.
What has happened is in the past and so it will remain in the past. By this
someone’s holding a grudge against you and this is not a threat to be taken
lightly.” Dominique’s eyes strayed around the room, as he expected to find
strangers listening. </div>
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That wasn’t
exactly news to Nikolas, but he was too close to finding out who had it in for
him to be backing out now. Ever since the burial of one of his men, someone had
it in for him, so he’d been doing some investigating of his own. Whoever was
behind it had covered his or her tracks well. He’d come up with nil for his
efforts. With the confirmation of this being placed under the other master’s
door, without doubt it had to be a man. If he didn’t know better, he’d believe
it to be someone with high ranking or intelligence enough to pull the hood over
his eyes. </div>
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“I tried to save
him. I did everything in my power to protect him. It wasn’t enough. I failed
him, Dom.”</div>
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“You didn’t fail
him! I believe that when it’s your time, it’s your time. Your date of death is
set in stone, pardon the pun, and set in motion from the moment you’re born
into this world. It was his time, that’s all. You can’t hold yourself
accountable for that. It’s going to eat you from the inside out. But there’s
the chance that this person and their idle threats will slip and make a mistake
if he suspects you’re on to him.” </div>
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“I saw and heard
things… I should have known. I was their leader! I was their eyes, their ears.
They relied on me!” Nikolas looked away. “I’m at the point where I don’t know
who I am. Where the real me begins or that other Nikolas ends. These missions
are more dangerous than you think. Before they kill you, they’ll expose you to
how empty your life is that leaves you empty inside, without hope. I know this
first hand, Dom. As much as I hate to be the one to say this, there’s no room
in my life to take on another Sub or have anyone in my life, so I ask myself
again: why am I even here.”</div>
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His friend smiled.
“I once believed and said those very same words.”</div>
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With a tight
smile, Nikolas changed the subject. “How is it with you and Angelo, anyway?”</div>
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“A bossy little
bottom, and mischievous as ever. Most days I believe he acts up just to enjoy
the punishments.” Dominique chuckled lightheartedly “Just when you think things
can’t get any worse… but I do love my boy.” </div>
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“Look, if anyone’s
asking for me? Give my apologies and tell this man something came up. I’ll take
your advice under advisement, but I don’t think I can bring myself to go
through with it.” It was shit on his part; yet he knew he was doing the right
thing by bailing out of this so called date.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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Master D shook his
head. “I’ll make sure to pass on the message and have Stevie offer the room to
another Dom.” Master D rose and patted him on the shoulder. “In the meantime,
mind what I say about watching your back, and I expect you not to stay away so
long this time.”</div>
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Without further word,
finishing the rest of his drink Nikolas got to his feet. Gathering the paper,
he folded it length wise and slid it into the upper pocket of his coat, turning
to leave. What happened next was either the beginning of the end or the end of
the beginning. Nikolas didn’t know then how these next turn of events would
change the course of his life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The moment Nikolas walked
into the Black Eagle wearing all black, from his boots to his T-shirt and
leather pants; he spotted Master D also known as Dominique; noting the
concerned expression on his friend’s face as he made a beeline for Nikolas.
Dominique had trained Nikolas to be the Master he became today. His mastery in
patience, dominance, and the training provided no quarter for disrespect. He
could be harsh, but he was a fair man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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“Nikolas, my friend, where
have you been? Stevie made mention that you were going to grace us with your
presence. It has been too long.” Master D asked. “Will you join me for a
drink?”</div>
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Mouth drawn in a
tight line, Nikolas nodded as he slid into the metal and red leather padded
chair, taking a quick glance around. The BDSM club was filling quickly beyond
capacity. A driving beat pounded from the speakers that were controlled by a DJ
in a glass booth. Members decked to the nines in leather with their submissive
kneeling at their master’s feet occupied various booths and tables, along with
non members who frequented the club. Masters still looking for the right sub
and visa versa. Dominique ran his club with a tight fist and strict policies.
Let it not be said that he didn’t have applications filled out and backgrounds
checks done for each of the men in attendance. Second chances weren’t given.
You mess up once and fuck up and you were banned from the club. </div>
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Turning his
attention back to Dominique, Nikolas found himself staring at a man who he had
a strong urge to punch just on general principal. He also admired the man. His
hair was perfectly moussed into place, light brown, and sun streaked, skin
nicely tanned. His smile revealed perfectly capped teeth. His suit screamed
Armani, as did his shoes. They were about the same age, they both were Masters,
Doms, but both were as different as night and day in temperament. </div>
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Master D sat and
motioned for the waiter, scantily clad in a leather thong, nipples pierced and
more body tattoos than sin, to bring him a glass of wine and Nikolas a Scotch
on the rocks while he gave Nikolas a stern look. </div>
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“Thanks,” Nikolas
said. “I’ve been busy. Work. You know how it goes.”</div>
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Dominique snorted.
“All work and no play, my friend, will not do. You’ll wear yourself down before
your time. So what does bring you to the club this evening? Have a need to
taste one of our many subs or perhaps make one your own?”</div>
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Shaking his head, Nikolas
felt his temper rise. “I received an invitation to be here.” Holding up both
hands in his defense, an explanation wouldn’t have been swift enough by the
shocked expression on Master D’s countenance. He gathered his shoulder-length
hair into a ponytail and secured it with a strap of leather.</div>
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“It is not
uncommon to send a submissive an invitation to my establishment, but who in
their right mind would send one to a Master Dom?”</div>
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Still warring with
himself, Nikolas dropped behind the wheel, staring out the front windshield.
The key hadn’t yet been inserted into the ignition and already the palms of his
hands were even beginning to sweat. Second thoughts still assailed him. “It’s
one night. Have a drink; see what this is all about. Maybe it’s a hoax and
you’re getting played for a fool.” Starting up the engine was a milestone,
popping in a CD to volume to level 8 and the tune blaring out, “I could be just
like you,” by Faber Drive
became a blessing." Rubber burned as foot hit the petal, putting it to the
metal and tires squealed as he pulled out.</div>
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Nikolas reached for his
cell phone and punched in the speed dial code for Black Eagle. Within seconds a
soft voice purred on the other end from the car speaker. Bluetooth was the best
invention yet. “Black Eagle, how may I help you this evening, Master Nikolas?” </div>
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“How…? Call display
right?” Nikolas asked him with humor in his tone, though he felt none at all.</div>
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“I could say it was the
heat of your breath coming at me through the phone, but I’d be shamefully lying,
wouldn’t I?” </div>
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“You would be and you know
what the punishment for lying is, Stevie.” </div>
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Stevie giggled. “Master
Van would give me a spanking I wouldn’t soon forget? He’s a real stump off the
old block, but he makes me purr, sugar.”</div>
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Nikolas smiled in spite of
himself. Silence waited between them for several long seconds. He stretched his
neck in an effort to chase away the tension building there. “Careful, Stevie.
He’s a hardcore ball crusher is more like it and very stern with his subs.
Anyhow, book me a room for tonight. I’m headed there now.”</div>
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“I knew you were going to
say that.” Nikolas heard the tempo rise in Stevie’s voice. “I’ll get right on
that for you, handsome.” </div>
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“Thanks. See you in
fifteen, tops.” Nikolas cut the connection. </div>
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