lol, my faithful readers appear to be very welcoming back of Microwave the Merciless.. I rather like the sounds of that, actually! but for some reason, it makes me feel like I'm related to the Mad-man's sado-King Lien..

So, anyway, I've been writing more... here we go!

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As soon as Mistress Vanessa left, Master Brian replaced his hand on the boy's shoulder. He kneaded the muscles stiff from being held in the same position for so long for a while before he stepped in closer. "Good lad." he said soothingly even though he knew he couldn't hear him. Feeling the boy's muscles relaxing under his touch, he judged it the right time now to begin.

Brian slipped a hand around the back of the boy's head and fumbled to undo the strap that would undo the gag. He had a feeling this would not be a mistake, rather, would improve the experience. Vanessa got up from the couch to bring him the little pot he'd requested beforehand over the phone, making no comment when he removed the gag.

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There wasn't much of a shadow of a doubt what he was kneeling for. Mark winced as the circulation returned to his arms and he moved his arms slightly. Apparently the master noticed, because he started to massage his arms, taking it slowly. He also removed the ring gag, giving Mark a chance to stretch out his jaw and relax. Mark mouthed, hoping that the master would see, "thank you."

The master stopped rubbing when Mark relaxed. He tapped him twice on the shoulder, as if it were a signal for something. Mark didn't know what to expect at all next. A warm, slightly rough hand firmly gripped his jaw, applying pressure to the sides. He obediently opened his mouth as wide as he could, wanting to show that he was willing.

He'd been fantasizing about this happening for several weeks now, and he'd told Mistress Vanessa about these fantasies. All that was left now, was to carry through with them. He mentally readied himself to take what was coming.

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Smiling as the boy mouthed "Thank you", Brian dipped his two of his fingers into the golden-amber liquid inside the clear glass pot and trailed his fingers around until they were coated with the thick, sticky liquid. He raised his arm and brought it down sharply several times to let the excess sluice off his hand, back into the pot, then slid his slick fingers directly into the boy's open, waiting mouth.