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Yes, Sir	By : ObsidianButterfly Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I simply play with the characters occasionally. I am in no way affiliated with Assassins Creed or any of the characters and make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Yes, Sir
- 2-Chapter 2: to the bedroom
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He had left Charles standing on the far side of his desk before walking nonchalantly around and opening one of the drawers near his chair. The new Templar’s head cocked to the side ever so slightly. He didn’t dare turn around to inspect what the Grandmaster was doing but he was curious and so listened intently to every slight scratch and rustle.
Haytham took a few items out of the drawer and carefully laid them down upon the dark, polished, mahogany surface. He straightened them compulsively before caressing each gently with the tip of his fingers. Finally he left them neatly arranged on the desk and walked back around to where Mr Lee was standing, coming to a stop only a few inches from the other man.
‘Not a word Mr Lee’ he said sternly and with all the authority of a Templar Grandmaster as he held the gaze of the younger man. ‘You are mine and you do exactly as you are told, understood?’
‘Yes – er, yes, Sir’ came Lee’s hesitant reply before Haytham reached out to caress his whiskered cheek as he pulled him close for a bruising kiss. Haytham tugged on Charles lower lip with his teeth as he pulled away, leaving the new recruit moaning softly in protest at his withdrawal.
The Grandmaster smiled as he pulled back, noticing how Charles’s posture was slightly slumped and his eyes closed in pleasure, they gently fluttered open to stare into the older man’s eyes. Haytham quirked his lip slightly in what Lee thought was a reassuring smile before reaching out to undo his coat. Charles moved to help unfasten the buttons but his hand was quickly slapped painfully away. Sir simply raised any eyebrow and, with a sardonic smirk, he shook his head slightly before continuing with his task.
Once out of the jacket the Grandmaster also removed the white scarf at Lee’s neck, balling the lace and cotton into his strong fists, and working the fabric forcefully through his hands with an odd, contemplating look on his face. Lee’s jacked and waistcoat were discarded behind him onto the chair but Haytham carefully set the scarf down on the desk at their side before returning his lips to Charles’s. Charles made soft encouraging sounds low in his throat as Sir forced his tongue into his mouth, possessively claiming every inch for himself. The older man’s hands rested on Charles’s hips, his knee gently coming between his thighs, forcing his legs further apart in order for him to fully flush his body against the heat of the newly appointed Templar. Lee’s hands came to rest on Haytham's hips as he shamelessly ground his erection in to his mentor’s thigh, trying desperately to find some release or relief from the delicious sensations that Sir was producing in his mouth.
As Haytham moved from Charles’s lips along his jawline, down his neck, he could have sworn a particularly sensitive spot was directly linked to his cock-which jumped alarmingly as the Grandmaster clamped his mouth down just behind Charles’s ear and began to suck. He alternated between gentle bites and soothing the heated skin with his tongue. Charles threw his head back; his breathing becoming laboured as Haytham sneaked a hand down the front of their bodies to give Lee a gentle squeeze through his woollen breeches. As the younger man gave a strangled cry the Grandmaster pulled away suddenly, smirking as Charles panted and begged for more.
‘Please, Sir. Don’t stop’ he breathed. A deviously playful smirk was all he received in response, eyes glittering in amusement to hear such a proud and dignified man beg.
Quick as lightening the older Templar’s hand shot out to grab Lee roughly by the hair. He spun him and used his weight to force him down onto the top of the desk before he could protest. Sir leaned his weight across Charles’s back, his hand fisted in his hair pushing the younger man into the mahogany surface as if he was trying to push him through it. Lee wriggled and squirmed under his mentor, shocked at the abruptness and the ease at which the Grandmaster could overpower him in an instant. Haytham leaned across Charles’s back putting his lips next to this right ear before murmuring ‘I told you, you are mine. Mine to do with as I wish. You want me then it will be on my terms. I will tease you, I will taste you, I will fuck you, and I will have you any way I wish. Agreed?’
Lee’s breath hitched at the delicious possibilities. Just Master Kenway’s silky and sensuous voice teasing in his ear alone was enough to build a delicious pleasure in him, enough to have his cock straining for release. Charles wanted nothing more than for Haytham to touch or kiss him again.
‘Yesssss’ the younger man finally hissed out between clenched teeth as the hold on his hair became painfully tight.
‘Yes, Sir!’ the Grandmaster demanded. Charles squirmed against the weight of the warm, firm body pressed the length of his. ‘Yes, Sir’ he acquiesced.
Haytham straightened up, satisfied his point was made. He removed his hand, taking his weight from Charles but the younger man stayed rooted across the desk. Charles knew where this game was going and he doubted he would be allowed to move without Sir’s permission. Charles could hear the rustle of clothing behind him. Out the corner of his eye he could see another scrap of white cloth joining his own scarf on the desk. It must have been the Grandmasters scarf too.
The Templar leader came around the desk to stand in front of Lee’s face. He raised his cheek from the desk top to look at the man standing in front of him. Haytham looked commanding, utterly powerful and completely sure of himself. His posture poker straight, hands gently clasped behind his back, Lee noticed that the Grandmaster had only removed his hat and scarf. Taking off the scarf had unloosened the top of his shirt but otherwise he was still fully dressed whereas Lee was in a loose white shirt, breeches and his boots. It immediately put them on an unequal footing and reinforced the idea of just who was boss here.
Haytham picked up both scarfs, running them gently through his fingers as if in contemplation but he had already made his mind up how he was going to abuse the eager man before him. Always so sure of himself, always so, so…eager, so keen to please him, that Haytham knew Charles would be a willing submissive and would take whatever punishment that he deemed fit. But there was a darkness, a harshness underneath that amiable exterior that the Grandmaster caught a glimpse of every now and again. He was under no illusion, Charles was not a man to be crossed and had it been anyone other than his mentor and idol before him then the new Templar would not lower himself to be so submissive; he would be the one on the domineering side of the table.
Charles whole body jumped as suddenly the Grandmaster snatched out, taking his captives right hand in his own, looped the scarf at one end and slipping it over Lee’s wrist. Master Kenway used the fabric to pull Charles’s arm taught over his head before securing it to the leg of his desk. The same happened with the left arm. He was now vulnerable and fully tied, face down, spread across the Grandmasters desk. Charles had both booted feet planted on the floor but his arms were stretched in a Y shape in front of him, secured on opposite legs of the desk. He tugged gently at his bonds, slightly panicking that there was no give. He was firmly and securely restrained. Haytham gave a throaty chuckle at Lee’s slight panic before squatting down in front of his raised face cupping his cheek and giving him a meltingly heated kiss.
Just as Charles was beginning to enjoy the attention Haytham straightened and moved off to the right side of the desk. Charles rested a cheek against the cool desk surface and watched Sir with eager eyes. As the Grandmaster stopped his captive focused now on the objects he heard being removed from the desk earlier. Realising what they were he struggled again slightly against his bonds, but to no avail. Three items Master Kenway had laid out on the shiny surface of his desk. Worn, dark brown leather gloves, a black wicked looking riding crop and a small jar of what looked to be an oily substance.
Lee squirmed slightly as he watched the older man tug on the dark gloves with a gentle and methodical easy, steepling his fingers together and flexing them in a rather enticing way, assuring their desired snug fit. Lee could hear the gentle creak of the leather rubbing against one another. One gloved, Haytham snatched up the riding crop but left the bottle where it was for now. The Grandmaster moved out of sight, boots clicking softly on the hard wooden floor. Charles head shot up in panic, he couldn’t see him. He couldn’t hear him now either so he must have stopped moving. In the back of his mind Lee knew Sir wouldn’t hurt him badly, not really, he wanted this, he had asked for this but he was still tied down, helpless and vulnerable. Charles could feel butterflies in his stomach, a delicious anticipation at the coming pleasure or pain.
The captive tried to crane his neck around to glimpse of Sir when suddenly his body jerked for a sharp whip across his backside. He could not help but yelp in protest but immediately cursing the unflattering feminine noise that escaping his lips.
‘Eyes front Charles.’ Haytham demanded in a commanding voice. It was the kind of voice he issued orders with to the other Templar members. A voice that broke no argument and expected to be followed exactly. Or else.
Charles stopped craning his neck and rested his cheek against the desk once more. He muffled a shout as a second harder crack stung him, even though the heavy fabric of his breeches.
‘I didn’t hear a “Yes, Sir” in there Mr Lee’ came a deep voice from behind him.
‘Yes. Sir’ he quickly added although he had a funny feeling he was doomed whether he had responded or not.
Charles tensed as he felt a touch on him. He relaxed, realising the Grandmaster was only rubbing him with his gloved hands; he had been expecting another blow from the crop. His shoulders relaxed as Master Kenway gently massaged them, running his hands gently over the muscles, down his back, along his slides before resting his hands gently cupping each cheek of his ass. Haytham gave a gently squeeze, massaging the soft flesh through his breeches. Charles moaned at the enticing and intimate contact then again the abrupt loss as the hands were removed to travel back up his body. As the hands went up so did the younger man’s white linen shirt. Haytham had pulled hit out his breeches and began sliding it up his body. Charles had to lift his torso slightly to allow the fabric trapped under him to slide upwards, coming to rest under his arms. He shivered slightly as his chest and stomach came into contact with the cooler desk surface, the sensation of his skin against the wood causing the hairs on his body to rise.
The attack came on every expose inch of skin on Lee’s back. The Grandmaster alternated between gentle slapping with the riding crop, to hard stinging whacks before gently caressing the skin with the tip. After a while he would switch to trailing his leather covered fingers across the heated flesh. The cool, soft leather soothing the bite from the worst of the crops lashes. It was on odd sensation having the gloved fingers wandering over his naked skin, grabbing at his flesh, caressing gently but firmly yet not being able to feel the wonderful contact of skin on skin.
Suddenly the riding crop was laid gently on the desk top beside Charles’s head as Sir once again fully covered the younger Templars body with his own. Placing an arm either side of Lee’s shoulders Haytham pressed himself along the line his body, the buttons of the Grandmasters trademark coat digging into his bare back as he attacked Lee’s jaw line, neck and back with his warm, soft lips. Hot wet kisses covered the flesh that has been punished from the crop, a gentle tongue darting out to sooth the raised welts on Lee’s skin. Charles whimpered desperately as Haytham sank teeth into the back of his neck, resting his hands on Charles’s hips and grinding himself into Lee’s clothed backside.
The newest Templar’s mind was reeling. He was incredibly aroused but so far Master Kenway had kept away from his most sensitive area. Lee’s cock was begging for release. He wanted, he needed something more. The anticipation was killing him. He longed for the Grandmaster to run those leather gloved hands across his aching erection or his lips. God those delicious lips. He would never get enough. They had assaulted his mouth and neck so sweetly that Lee closed his eyes and fought back a loud groan as he mentally pictured Sir’s lips sucking around his shaft. He would even settle for being fucked across the desk, bound as he was. Just something, ANYTHING, to relieve the pressure building inside of him.
Haytham’s assault on his neck did not let up, playing on the most sensuous spots. Charles shivered as he felt a hand inch between the front of his body and the desk. The older man’s fingers played across the top of his breeches. Lee wriggled, bucking his hips, trying, and failing, to create a little friction to ease his discomfort. The Grandmasters strong fingers gently explored the waist band of the trousers, slipping beneath slightly, gently brushing the side of his shaft or a feather light caressing of the head before pulling back out. Charles groaned in frustration shoving himself backwards as much as he could, grinding his ass against the obvious erection he could feel pressing against him.
Haytham merely chuckled. ‘Patience’ he whispered against Charles’s ear. Even as he hinted he was not getting more the captive was relieved to find the hand scoot lower. Lee sighed in ecstasy as Haytham’s gloved closed around his erection and gave a gentle squeeze before increasing the pressure. He could not help but moaned as his mentor’s fist pumped him a few times, working the foreskin along the shaft and over the head. Charles could not control the involuntary buck of his hips and he gently flexed his leg and back muscles, trying desperately to get more pressure or a faster pace but the Grandmaster rested his free hand between Charles’s shoulder blades, pushing down slightly to prevent much movement.
Just as quickly as it came the hand was gone again. The Grandmaster withdrew his hand earning a loud whimper of dissatisfaction from Lee. ‘Master Kenway, please!?’ he begged. ‘Please, Sir, I want more. I need you to…’ he trailed off, the strain evident in his voice. He could not find the words to describe the utter need to cum, to have Sir devour all of him, to put his hands or mouth or cock anywhere in his body.
The response was a sharp whip to his backside as Haytham laughed. ‘In good time’ was all the Grandmaster replied with a slight purr to his voice. Charles sagged in frustration but was uplifted as Haytham reached under him to loosen his breeches, wriggling them down across his hips and buttocks before pulling them as far as his thighs, high boots preventing removing the garment completely.
The cooler air against backside assaulted Lee’s senses. Now that he was fully exposed he felt a sense of relief that Master Kenway may allow him to cum soon but also a little trepidation at what he could do to him before that time. Charles could already see that, unlike himself, Haytham was a master of control. Although he could feel the older man’s erection pressing against him every time he moved close he had not so much as pushed it against him or made a noise at all, except when addressing his captive to issue orders. Sir must be feeling it though, he thought. He is fully aroused but stands there, voice betraying nothing, fully clothed and in total control while Charles bucked and writhed and moaned wantonly under his every touch like some sort of backstreet whore. He must think me a weak man with no self-control, he thought.
The crop came down with a sharp sting across Lee’s bare buttocks. He wondered idly what kind of marks Haytham was leaving on his skin and if he would carry the marks always. At this moment Charles wondered if he cared. A few more whacks had his hips bucking against the desk with soft gasps and sighs escaping his treasonous mouth. A little relief was provided by sliding the underside of his straining cock along the Grandmasters desk.
Gentle hands caressed the stinging flesh. Haytham idly drew lazy circles along each cheek and his index finger gently teased down the crack of his captive’s ass. Charles tensed in anticipation only to be disappointed again as Haytham skimmed by only to be rewarded with a gentle stroking of his balls. Haytham used his other hand to part Charles things further giving him access to the soft sack dangling between his legs. Charles continued bucking his hips slightly, enjoying the feeling of his cock slipping against the polished desk surface and his mentor massaging his balls in a cool leather gloved hand.
Haytham withdrew, again. Charles whimpered in frustration, he was so close, just a little more…something and he may have come, spurting himself across the Grandmasters desk.
The riding crop returned its brutal punishment on Charles’s backside. In-between stinging slaps and hissed expletives, Charles mentally noted the Grandmaster was very skilled in the crop’s use. Never striking the same section of flesh twice, varying the pressure ever so slightly to make each swipe a fresh sting against his flesh, a new wonderful pain. Lee felt every blow, his flesh hyper sensitised with its use, never getting a chance to become numb to the pain under Master Kenway’s expert hand.
The crop withdrew once more, Lee slumped further down onto the desk, he had not realised he had been holding his posture rigid, back arched, bound fists clenched, hanging on every blow from the Grandmasters weapon of choice. He had not realised until he could relax that his hips had begun to ache from his exposed position, digging painfully against the hard edge of the desk, his shoulders locked from being stretched across it when suddenly his mental note of his aches and pains were interrupted as he felt the most delicious sensation on his exposed flesh. Gentle kisses were being trailed across each cheek before being nipped by teeth. A moist tongue darted out to lap gently along the back of his balls. Haytham sucked in a mouthful of flesh, before withdrawing back to his ass. The Grandmaster bit down firmly on Lee’s right ass cheek, increasing the pressure bit by bit. It was almost too much, it came to a point just when he thought he would break the skin and draw blood, when Charles almost blurted out a strangled and painful ‘stop!’ when Master Kenway pulled away leaving a perfect imprint of his teeth on Lees backside.
Charles bucked his hips frantically as a firm tongue again trailed the cleft of his ass, the lapping increased in pressure as it came to his perineum, causing shivers to travel up and down his spin. He felt a firm finger gently push against the opening of his anus, not entering, merely making its presence known. Haytham's fingers gently caressed the slightly puckered skin, never going as far as to directly penetrate him, to Lee’s increasing frustration, but enough to cause his to squirm and the muscle to tense and relax as if he no longer controlled his own body.
The kissing and massaging stopped and the warm body withdrew as Charles felt Haytham stand up straight behind him again. Master Kenway walked around to the front of the desk loosening the bonds that had secured his captive to the desk in his study. Sir motioned with a slight flick of his wrist for him to move. Charles stood stiffly and hesitantly stretched his body, noting the small aches and pains not only from his uncomfortably spread position but the marks he knew must litter his back and ass.
The Grandmaster strode back to stand before the younger Templar. Still impeccably presented, not even a hair loosened from its braid but the lust in his expression was unmistakable as he gazed at Charles’s uncovered and dishevelled body. As Lee had stood the shirt had slid back down across his abdomen but the wriggling and bucking upon the desk had loosened the fastening, pulling the flimsy fabric open creating a frame for his chest and taught stomach. His trousers loosened around his erection that still stood proudly in salute in front of him were caught just under his ass and around his thighs. Charles noted the scarfs were still tied around his wrists, hanging loosely by his sides even though the other end no longer attached to the Grandmasters desk.
Haytham leaned in to Charles, pushing him slightly back to rest against the edge of his desk kissing him fiercely, roughly, possessively. His tongue invading the younger man’s mouth forcing Lee to open it wider or choke on the invading appendage. Master Kenway’s hands wandered Charles’s body; his mouth left his and gently trailed down his neck leaving Lee with a tingling sensation across the flesh he touched. One hand rose to caress his left nipple, an unusual sensation of cool leather running around it while Haytham’s lips attacked the other one.
He was still a captive. No longer tied, it did not matter. Lee would never give this up; nothing would make him not want to feel the delicious sensations that were being produced in his body. Lee’s eyes slipped closed in the blissful feelings, teeth gently tugging at the nipple while a wet tongue soothed and lapped, Sir’s fingers tangling among the hair on his chest, caressing his sides and stomach before pinching the other nipple fiercely, teasingly circling the areola.
The older Templar travelled further down Lee’s body, hands rubbing his chest, tangling in the coarse black hair as the warm kisses trailed further down, across his stomach, his nose rubbing along his skin, tickling down his happy trail. Haytham nipped playfully at Lee’s hip bones causing Charles’s hips to buck involuntary, the tip of his cock pushing up to brush the Grandmasters cheek who continued kissing along his pubic bone, teasing the straining flesh more by not touching it directly. Lee sighed in frustration as his cock slid along Haytham's cheek, brushing against his hair. He could not stand it anymore, his hand came up to tangle in Haytham’s hair, aiming to steer him towards the area that demanded attention.
Quickly, without warning, Haytham straightened, snatching the crop from the desk, Charles imprudence was rewarded with a whack to the back of his hand, a very sharp one. Lee yelped as his hand jerked away. The Grandmaster stood tall in front of Lee with an annoyed expression, a second sharp slap connected with the tip of Lee’s hardened cock, the pain and shock of which nearly doubled him over. He raised shocked eyes at his mentor, almost glaring at the pain he had brought. There was nothing playful or arousing in that. It had been simply pain on a most delicate part of his body.
Haytham raised an eyebrow and returned a mischievous expression. His arm raised the crop in a threatening gesture as Charles straightened again to lean against the Grandmasters desk, warily watching the older man and barely concealing his rage over being treated as such. This is what he wanted to beat out of him, any last defiance or fight, Haytham wanted no query from Charles’s about who was in charge.
‘If I have to tell you again’ Haytham drawled ‘you will not enjoy the consequences. I guarantee it’. He stepped in closer, menacingly. Charles instinctively tried to step back but was already pushed against the desk. Master Kenway stood toe to toe with the younger man, nearly a head taller than him, one hand resting behind his back, the other lifting the crop to trail it almost caressingly along the side of his face, his neck before resting it against Lee’s chest, gently tapping it against the skin.
‘I apologise.’ Lee nearly choked on the words.
‘Sir’ he added reluctantly after seeing Haytham’s expression and remembering the sting of the crop on his member.
‘Patience Charles and you will be rewarded’ the lead Templar purred against his lips before kissing him deeply, his hand came down to enclose his shaft. Lee’s breath hitched at the sensation and he moaned into Haytham's mouth, bucking his hips as the Grandmaster masturbated him.
Haytham stepped back; withdrawing the heat of his body that had been pushed against the naked line of Lee’s but he kept a firm grip on the younger mans hardened cock. He stared into his eyes as he continued to idly pump his fist around him, casually and without interest, as if he had all the time in the world or was doing nothing more exotic patting the head of a dog.
‘You are not allowed to cum. Not until I give you permission. Understood?’ It was almost a whisper.
Lee closed his eyes and nodded, struggling against the sensations flooding the lower half of his body, he tried to wriggle his hips away from Sir’s hand which had almost brought him to the point of release but the grip was tightened, creating a wonderful pressure that almost made him cum on the spot.
Charles’s legs were trembling. He couldn’t keep the stare up any longer, the Grandmaster’s was far too intense and if he was not allowed to cum yet then Charles thought he better try and gain some semblance of control. He tore his gaze away from the piercingly beautiful blue eyes of his mentor only to look down. That, was a mistake.
The sight of Haytham’s hand around his cock almost sent him over the edge and certainly did nothing for his control. His hips moved of their own accord as the sight of Master Kenway's strong and experienced hand pumping his cock was one of the most erotic things he could imagine.
Haytham’s movements stopped. Lee’s eyes snapped up to his face. The Grandmaster continued to idly stroke Lee’s cock, trailing fingers lightly over his flesh, tickling the underside, gently pulling the foreskin back. With the other hand he began to remove his own jacket. Lee watched, fascinated, as each button flicked open exposing more of the older Templars waistcoat and shirt. His gaze was drawn downwards as Charles eyed, greedily the bulge in the front of Haytham’s own white cotton breeches. Haytham removed his jacked, tossing it to the chair behind the desk, covering Charles’s own that had been discarded earlier.
The Grandmaster took the new recruits hips in his hands and spun both of them into a reversed position, resting his own backside against the table and positioning Charles directly in front of him. A gloved index finger reached out and trailed up the underside of Lees cock, sending a shiver all the way down his spine. As the finger reached the head it swirled the tip gently coating the leather with pre cum from Lee’s cock. Haytham brought his fingers sensuously slowly up to his lips, eyes never leaving Charles’s as he sucked the digit into his mouth.
Charles’s knees nearly buckled at the sight, he thought watching the Templar Grandmaster fisting his cock had been the most erotic thing he could imagine but he was wrong. Watching Haytham sucking his cum of his gloves was much more so. Which Charles panted at the sight before him Haytham grabbed the younger man by the shoulder, pulling him in for a rough kiss, tongue exploring his mouth sharing the taste. Tasting the muskiness of his cum from Master Kenway’s mouth, Lee idly wondered what the Grandmaster would taste like.
Charles did not need to wait long to find out. The Grandmaster put a hand on his shoulder, exerting pressure that made no mistake in indicating he wanted him down on his knees. The new Templar complied instantly, sinking down to the hard, polished wooden floor at Haytham’s feet. Charles watched in anticipation as Sir removed his gloves, slowly and sensuously, one finger at a time before tugging each off finally with his teeth. The gloves were laid beside the crop on the desk behind him.
Haytham’s eyes were hooded, his lips parted. A tongue darted out to wet them and Charles longed for another kiss.
His attention focused back on the younger man kneeling at his feet. He felt incredibly powerful. As Grandmaster he demanded order and respect but to have a man desire him, beg for a sexual release at his hands was intoxicating. Charles had been loyal and true and proved himself to Haytham on countless occasions. His loyalty never wavered, his desire to please, to hang on every word he said. It was…delicious.
‘You are always so eloquent, Charles’ he said finally. ‘So eager, so ready to please. Time to put that delicious mouth of yours to good use’.
Lee eyed the bulge in front of his face before tenderly reaching up to massage Haytham’s cock though his trousers. With shaky fingers he began popping the buttons of the fly while Haytham gently stroked his cheek, his hair, and his shoulders. Charles took a deep breath and tried to steady his hand, a slight tremble from a little excited anticipation but also a little fear. Charles had done this before, he was no stranger to pleasure with both men and women but this was Master Kenway, his mentor, his idol. It had to be prefect. What if he was disappointed? What if he did not please him enough? Would Master Kenway think less of him, would he not bother to take his pleasure with him again if Charles was not up to scratch?
Perhaps Haytham sensed his trepidation or wondered at his hesitation but gently leaned forward from the desk to cup Charles’s cheek and give him a deep, passionate kiss before pulling away with a sassy smirk. Charles glanced up the line of the other man’s body, meeting his eyes as Haytham straightened again, leaned his backside gently against the table, a move which thrust his hips ever so lightly further towards Charles’s face, before giving a slight nod of his head, indicating that Lee should get on with his task he had been appointed.
Charles gently reached into the Grandmasters breeches and tugged his cock free. He heard a small hitch in breath from above him as his warm hand wrapped around the pulsing cock, freeing it from the confined of his trousers. Sir shivered slightly, Lee wasn’t sure if it was from the exposure of the warm member to the cooler air or his gentle tugging.
He was already solid and firm. Lee noted Master Kenway was a decent size, delicious, long, pink, perfect, a thick vein running along once side straining with the increased flow of blood. The head oozing slightly with a few drops of pre cum invited Charles in. Lee glanced once more up to Master Kenway’s face before returning his gaze to the prize in front of him, the licked his lips before tentatively reaching his tongue out in a small cat lick movement along the tip.
Charles heard a slight deep breath rush out from between he Grandmasters lips, it spurred him into further action. He sucked the head into his mouth, lavishing attention underneath along the ridge with his tongue. His hand came cup to gently cup the older mans exposed sack, delicately rolling Haytham's balls along his palm as he began to suck down the thick shaft. As he took as much of him into his mouth as he could manage, Charles slowly drew his mouth back, running his tongue along the underside as he went.
Haytham’s hips began to buck slightly helping push his hard cock into the warm and welcoming mouth. Lee changed tactics, enjoying a little payback for Sir’s earlier teasing by withdrawing his warm sucking mouth from the shaft, palming it in his hand instead, gently squeezing before pumping the fist while his mouth descended to lap at the other man’s balls. Lee sucked one gently into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, savouring silky but looser texture of the flesh compared to the firmed of the erection before him, before abandoning it for the next orb, paying just as much attention to the other as the previous.
The Grandmaster was making soft grunts low in his throat; Lee chanced a glance up the line of his body to find his head thrown slightly back, eyes closed in rapturous supplication, one hand rested upon his still clothed thigh while the other was tangled in Charles’s hair, offering gentle encouragement at his oral ministrations. Lee returned his mouth to Haytham’s cock running kisses up and down the straining member before enveloping the whole behind moist lips.
Charles noted hands were digging more painfully into his scalp the faster he sucked him, trying to devour every glorious inch, one hand resting on Haytham’s thigh while the other caressed his balls. Charles began to hum slightly in his throat sending ripples of pleasure along the Grandmasters cock causing his hip to jerk more erratically with every constriction around the shaft, every swipe of tongue along the underside or head.
Haytham’s hand fell away, Lee watched, fascinated, as Sir gripped the edge of his desk, both knuckles white from the fury of his grip. The older man’s chest rose and fell with quick shallow breaths as his hips bucked ever higher almost as if he was trying to impale himself down Lee’s throat. His eyes opened, looking down at the younger kneeling Templar with a heated blue gaze, his voice was remarkably level if a little rasped ‘You swallow it all’.
All Charles could do was bob his head slightly as his pace increased, knowing his mentor was so close. Holding the Grandmasters gaze, he could not tear his eyes away from such a glorious sight as the man he worshiped coming undone at the tip of his own mouth. Haytham’s hair was beginning to escape the red ribbon he secured it with, dark, almost black strands falling around his face and shoulders.
He knew it was coming, he felt the sudden sharp tense in his hips, the twitch of his balls and shaft a second before the warm, sticky cum flooded his mouth but Charles still gave a small yelp of surprise as the first squirt hit the back of his throat, the speed of the release still a shock even though he knew it was inevitable. He slowed his pace slightly as Haytham’s hips stopped their violent jerking, knuckles relaxing against the desk. A rush of breath came from above him as Lee worked at swallowing every last drop, using his tongue to lick the remaining globs of wetness on the Grandmasters softening cock.
Lee had just released his cock with a small wet pop when Haytham fisted Charles’s dark hair painfully, pulling him up level with his own before kissing him, forcing his tongue in, dancing around Lees own. When he released him he murmured ‘Good boy’ in such an endearing way that is was the best praise Charles thought he had ever had. As if all other accomplishments for the order or the Independence of the colonies meant nothing along as he pleased Sir. Haytham straightened, smoothing the escaping hair back from his face and tucking himself back into his breeches as Charles stood before him obediently, wondering what was to come next.
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