Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2008 16:24:00 -0500
From: carl_mason@verizon.net
Subject: DENNY LAWRENCE - 10

DENNY LAWRENCE - 10


Copyright 2008 by Carl Mason

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places, "Denny Lawrence" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to actual
events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  As
in real life, sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the story are
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 10

(Revisiting Chapter 9)

His magnificently muscled body was defined as it had never been before; his
strength and endurance were at their peak.  In love, the lad gave Culver
everything he wanted...  and more...with hard-won skill and a sunny
attitude.  That was partially why he couldn't begin to understand why the
Master increasingly turned away from him, why he occasionally slapped him
in anger, and why in January he told his slave that he had offered him to a
friend for the weekend.

(Concluding Our Story - The Fur-Lined Cloak)

Seth Gilley sadly shook his head when he heard of Denny's latest
humiliation.  The boy was such a prize, the jewel in any man's crown.  He
couldn't understand the Master's actions either, but it was not the place
of a slave to question his authority or his intentions.

Determined to fulfill his vow, Denny left the estate in mid afternoon on
Friday.  Seth had prepared his magnificent body with special care, and the
boy was at peace with himself and all others.  As the heavy tracked vehicle
pulled away from the snow-covered estate, he prayed that his behavior would
honor his Master and, more, that it would please him and make him proud.
Even in his mind, the young man refused to criticize the man who had
ordered him to make the journey without shoes or even sandals, clad only in
a ankle length, fur-lined winter cloak.

No one met him in Lakeburg, the site of Marshall Felscroft's Neo-Gothic
chateau.  After pounding on the heavy wooden door, he finally pushed
against it in frustration and found that it was unlocked.  Wandering into a
large receiving hall, he was surprised that the mansion appeared to be
deserted.  Then he noticed a light, evidently approaching through an upper
corridor.  Slowly, an impressive, richly dressed figure, carrying a lantern
- easily 6'7" in height and powerfully built - made his way down the
winding spiral staircase.

Pausing at the bottom, he cordially greeted Denny and apologized for his
not being properly welcomed.  "When the worst of the ice and snow comes,"
he noted, "I allow the servants to spend time with their families.  Their
service during the remainder of the year is all the better for it.  Thus we
are alone.  Thankfully, your kind Master has seen fit to relieve my
loneliness and send you, his favorite, to my side."  'His favorite'? Denny
mused.  'Have I misunderstood him?'

Gently, Mars lifted the heavy winter cloak from the youngster's body.
"Ah," he breathed, "you are everything your Master said you were."  As if
Denny weighed all of five pounds sopping wet, he then scooped nearly 180
pounds of bone and muscle up into his arms and carried his prize into the
adjoining library.  The beautiful room - all in stone and leather and rich
wall hangings - was ablaze with light and, thankfully, delightfully warm.
A small table, set with fine china, Czech crystal, and cutlery of gold held
a meal that would have attracted any man, let alone a 17 year-old who
hadn't eaten for nearly two days.  Sitting side-by-side on an upholstered
love seat [i.e., a chair for two], Mars made sure that neither Denny's
plate nor his glass was ever empty.  Not until they sat with coffee and a
rich brandy did the youngster's mind return to his present situation.
"Somewhat eccentric," he thought, "but definitely pleasant, cultured, and
handsome.  Would that he liked his wine and brandy slightly less, but, to
quote Seth Gilley, life is never perfect."

When Denny shivered and slightly shook his curly locks to clear his head,
Mars laughed lightly, saying, "You are growing cold and stiff from sitting
too long, young god.  Let me turn off the lamps.  Then come and lie beside
me before the fire."  To be completely honest, Denny welcomed the
opportunity to stretch out on that thick carpet and enjoy the flickering
light and the soft music in the background.  He had had a little too much
alcohol to be anxious about other possibilities.  Besides, he thought
wryly, it was the "other possibilities" that he was here for!  Once he lay
down and burrowed slightly into the thick carpet, he relaxed immediately.
Only slowly did he sense his body's growing arousal as Felscroft played him
like a fine instrument.  Not until he raised his head and aggressively
kissed his host did Mars, now also completely naked, become more sexually
assertive.  With no further foreplay - or even lubrication - the older man
harshly took the gift that his friend had sent to him.  Denny was
completely up to the task and took full part in the "rough sex".

If anything, Mars seemed to be irritated by the youngster's active
involvement in the lovemaking (or, more accurately, the sexual action).  He
arose abruptly, went over to a side stand, poured another brandy which he
swallowed immediately, and returned with two fresh brandies.  Pressing one
of the glasses on Denny, he sipped his own, wetly kissing the young man's
body between sips.  Sitting up, he finished his drink and helped the boy to
take most of his.  Growling as he tickled and tongued the dazed youngster,
he once again set his loins on fire.  His cock red, dripping, and
pulsating, Denny writhed on the carpet as Mars brought him to a crashing
orgasm.  "Mars," the inebriated youngster, sighed, his hand caressing the
side of Felscroft's face, "thank you...thank you so much."

"MARS?" his infuriated host screamed.  "You DARE to use my name without
permission.  (In some cultures, unlike our own, one never uses another
person's first name or even his nickname without being given explicit
permission.)  You think that a WHORE would ever receive permission?"  With
that, the man hit him to hard with his fist that his body rolled across the
carpet.  Screaming epithets, Felscroft leapt to his feet, tore a drapery
down from a tall window, and threw it at Denny.  "Cover yourself, whore,
and get out of my house!" he screamed.  The youngster scarcely knew what to
do.  His host was increasingly losing control by the minute, spittle on his
lips, the muscles of his face and throat red and throbbing.  Suddenly, a
little dog pranced into the room and stood in front of his master, barking.

Looking down at the dog that he kicked aside, he raised his head, leered
crazily at Denny, and motioned for him to approach.  "You are in no danger,
youngster.  Come, receive my command and, perhaps, I shall think kindly of
you again."  Screwing up his courage, the trembling lad crawled over to
Mars, rose to his knees, and listened intently as the tall figure whispered
into his ear.

A white-faced youth slowly backed away from his host in horror and shock.
"NOW!"  Mars Felscroft screamed.  Denny hesitated.  "NOW!  NOW!  DO IT
NOW!" Felscroft screamed again, his spittle reaching the youngster who
crouched some distance from the crazed figure.  In the depths of his heart,
Denny knew full well that Felscroft was a drunken lout with perversion on
his mind and hatred in his heart - if, that is, he wasn't insane.  Yet, he
had been thoroughly conditioned to obey instantly...without question - and
his discipline held.  Tears running down his face, sobs bursting from his
mouth, his cock massively erected, he suddenly and savagely did as his
host, his Master's friend, had commanded.

Picking up a golden knife from the table, Felscroft advanced towards Denny
as the stunned youth retreated before his insane anger.  Wildly swinging
the weapon, he managed to slash the boy on the shoulder before Seth Gilley
crashed through the library door.  Wrapping the bleeding lad in the
fur-lined cloak, he returned through the heavy snow to Culver's estate.

After the Master had talked with everyone concerned - Mars, Seth, and Denny
- he acted.  Clearly, Denny had been responsible for the outrageous
treatment of his friend, and Seth had overreacted in removing him from
Lakeburg.  The boy was flogged; he was made to run in the snow and freezing
rain; he was thrown into a locked closet without food and with minimal
water for days; he was raped by the Master and others.  (Seth refused to
join in and was dismissed without compensation for his work with Denny.
Furthermore, he was warned that he would never again hold an appointment of
trust.)

(The Aftermath)

Approximately two weeks after Seth Gilley was fired, Oliver Culver received
a formal, hand-carried letter.  Therein he received a solemn warning from
senior associates and other men of standing in the city.  The vows of a
"servant" are in the form of a contract, he was reminded, a contract that
he must also honor.  The contract doesn't have to be explicit to be
present, for it is essential to the very meaning of "our undertaking".
However cavalier, the treatment of his young "servant" in placing him
elsewhere for a weekend was not in question.  That had been within his
rights.  What was in question was whether he had fulfilled his contractual
obligation to take care of his "servant".

Despite his deep and incessant longing for Pat Mahan - his love for whom
had never died - Denny had almost decided before Lakeburg to make peace
with Culver and build the best life possible.  Now he felt utterly
shattered.

Gradually, the full story came out.  Finally, the elder Walker, Peter
Willingsly, and Mahan put enough pressure on Culver to convince him that
his approach to slavery could not be maintained in a country that had
officially turned its back on it lo these many years ago.  The million
dollars that Culver had paid for Denny were returned through a fund
supported by the major masters, a fund to which the elder Walker, Peter,
and Pat generously subscribed.  By this time, it helped that Culver had
admitted to himself that his pursuit of Denny had been based primarily on a
lustful desire to own the best of the best rather than any deep love for
the human being.  In the absence of deeper bonds, he had simply tired of
him.  Culver signed a paper that released Denny from his vows.

Through Peter Willingsly's intercession, Denny and Pat Mahan were brought
together at the Gallery.  Matt openly refused to retract his harsh words
when they last met (see Chapter 8).  The youngster's actions had
been...impossible - and they would upset him just as severely if he were to
experience them again.  After a bit of leonine roaring, however, he did
apologize for his failure to listen closely to his charge...his love...
bemoaned his inaction when Denny was abducted and, in tears, begged a
weeping young man to come home.

Within a year, Denny Lawrence finished high school, he accepted a
scholarship offer that involved playing lacrosse...at the local university,
and the Court restored his full civil rights.  As they walked down the
steps of the Courthouse together, Denny said shyly, "I guess the Program is
over now."  Pat's reply was a laconic "yep".  "No chance of my sticking
around for a long time...like, maybe, forever...is there?" the youngster
murmured.  "I thought you'd never ask," Pat Mahan laughed and stopped
traffic by grabbing the boy and nearly smothering him in passionate kisses.


                             		THE END