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him with such reverence. He opened the cabinet where all the oils, candles and lighters were stored. There were other items in there too which were still a mystery to him. He wondered about the bits of ginger root, couldn’t comprehend what a man would want to do with such a thing.
    Linus let out a small whimper that struck Kenneth as less than pleased. He turned with the oil bottle in hand and was surprised enough that he almost dropped it on the carpet. Preston was pushing into Linus’ ass forcefully with three fingers and the young man didn’t appear to be enjoying it at all. The only moistener that had been employed had been Kenneth’s tongue. The oil had been meant to soften him for anything else Preston might choose to do with him.
    Linus launched himself forward, but Preston caught him around the waist with his free hand and held him tight.
    “Now, now. Who’s the Master, Linus?”
    Still Preston kept jabbing his fingers in and out of a visibly frightened and struggling Linus. Kenneth froze in horror. He’d never seen any of Preston’s other lovers be mistreated in any way before—that had seemed to be exclusively saved for Kenneth. Preston could be rough, but many of the submissives enjoyed that. Even he had, initially.
    “I asked you a question, boy.” He’d growled it out the way he did when he had reached the end of his patience, when he was ready to hurt someone.
    “Y-you are, Sir.” Linus’ voice caught on a sob.
    Preston grabbed a handful of Linus’ hair and yanked his head back, the fingers of his other one still buried in the young man’s ass.
    “Master, you imbecile. I’m your Master .”
    “No…I never agreed, you aren’t—”
    Preston pushed Linus’ face into the rug, then removed his hand in order to push the scared man’s thighs further apart. He loomed over Linus, one arm around his throat from behind and Kenneth knew what would come next. Bile crawled up from Kenneth’s belly at the sight—he’d been the recipient of the same treatment at Preston’s hands many times before. Linus began to cry and Kenneth couldn’t stand it. He knew the boy was very young and had probably thought he’d be safe at the club. But it seemed as if no one was safe with Preston anymore.
    Preston leaned over Linus until his mouth was right next to his ear. “When you’re with me, I’m your Master. I tell you what to do. And right now you’re going to take my cock up your ass and you’re going to tell me how much you love it.”
    “Wait!”
    Kenneth hadn’t been able to keep the word from bursting out of him. Preston glared up at him from where he had Linus pinned to the floor.
    “Jealous? Sorry that you aren’t good enough to have my shaft inside you anymore?”
    “Y-yes. Please Master. I miss you.”
    He tried not to cringe at how false his statement had sounded to his own ears. Preston snorted in what sounded like disgust and Linus’ cries increased, tears flowing freely down his cheeks.
    “Such a pretty liar.”
    Kenneth drew his eyebrows together, confused. Preston hadn’t called him pretty in ages. Not since the beginning. He took a chance and stepped forward gingerly. He held the oil out.
    “Please.” He worked desperately to make his voice sound sincere. “It’s our favorite, the one we always used to use before. Remember? When it was just you and me?”
    Linus’ sobs had slowed to light hiccups, but he kept his face down, as if he was trying to hide. Preston’s eyes were narrowed as he continued to regard Kenneth.
    “Yes.” Preston’s tone was one of resignation. “I remember.”
    Kenneth fought to keep his eyes only on Preston’s face as his deranged Master slowly let go of Linus, easing off him until he sat on his haunches. Still Kenneth held the oil out as if it was a soup bone and Preston was a hound dog. Preston stared at it then lifted his eyes to meet Kenneth’s.
    “You’re mine.” It was a simple statement. There was no ire behind it.
    Kenneth nodded with