Luck of the Irish Ch. 01

The boy would walk around the house many times with nothing on but tight purple briefs that showed off his decent sized cock and his tight bubble butt. Eric would jerk off at least three times a day to keep from getting hard constantly. He felt like a teenager again.

Corey was teased by Eric just as much as he was doing the teasing. Eric would work out when he knew Corey would be near the room, showing off his sweat covered muscles and his scent would fill the room. He would constantly wink and smile at Corey, and would call him Pet every chance he got. He knew it drove Corey mad to the point where he almost jumped his would-be Master.

John had called about once a day to let him know how things had been going, but he hadn't called in awhile.

"Dinner is ready, sir." Corey smiled. Eric nodded and followed him downstairs. They ate in silence, except for when the phone rang. Eric stood and grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Eric, I wanted to let you know I'm back in town." John said.

"Oh, when will you be here to pick him up."

"I'm just down the street, I'll be there in about five minutes." John said. Eric's chest hurt, like he couldn't breathe. He didn't know why he was feeling this way.

"Ill have him ready then." Eric said, and hung up.

"Your master is almost here. Go pack your things." Eric said. Corey stared at him quietly, he swallowed and stood up, leaving his dishes on the table. He returned downstairs with his bag packed just as his Master walked into the house without knocking.

"I can't thank you enough for watching him, Eric. I'll call you tomorrow. Come, Boy." John turned and walked out, Corey glanced at Eric once more before following his Master out the door. Eric shut the door behind him and sighed. He moved back to his meal and looked across the table at the empty chair and the half eaten food. He slowly put his fork down, he was no longer hungry.

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"Eric?" John said, once Eric mumbled something like 'hello?' into the phone.

"Yeah, what is it. It's three am John." Eric sighed, rubbing his forehead. He had just fallen asleep a half hour ago, he was having trouble sleeping in an empty bed. He had grown used to the smaller man climbing into his bed around eleven.

"The boy is missing."

"What? Where is Corey?"

"If I knew that, he wouldn't be missing!"

"Well what was happening when he ran off?" Eric was getting dressed as he spoke.

"I was screwing him." He could practically hear John shrug over the phone.

"That was it?"

"I may have been a little rougher than usual, but I can't believe he would run out like that. God damn wimp." John sighed.

"I'll go out to look for him, call me if you find him." Eric said, and hung up. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

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He drove around the neighborhood of John's house, looking up and down the alleys and streets for anyone who looked even a little like Corey. He had been driving for hours when he spotted a figure huddling in an alley downtown. The rain was pouring down and the figure was clearly shivering. Eric parked the car and crossed the street briskly, huddling inside the large coat he wore. The figure didn't look up as he approached, and he stood in front of him a good thirty seconds before he looked up. It was Corey. His left eye was bruised and his cheek cut, there was a bite mark on his neck that was oozing blood. His red eyes made it clear he was crying.

"Please, don't take me back." His voice was still thick with tears, probably just hidden by the rain. "I don't want to go back." He whimpered and put his head on his knees, wrapping his arms around them. Eric looked around before scooping up the small boy. He slowly walked back to the car, placing him in the passenger seat, where he curled up into a ball again.

He drove home, scooping Corey out of the car and bringing him inside. He brought him upstairs where he stripped the crying man, revealing more bruises and cuts along his torso and ass. There was a thin trail of blood trickling down his legs, and he clutched his right arm to his chest.

"Let me see that." Eric grabbed his arm and when Corey cried out, he brought it more gently to where he could see it. A dark bruise was forming around the wrist and he couldn't move it when Eric asked him to.

"What happened here?" Eric asked, feeling along his wrist for any obvious breaks.

"When I ran, he grabbed me." Corey whispered.

"How hard?"

"He twisted it.... I heard it crack." Corey whimpered.

"I'm pretty sure it's broken, if not at least sprained. We'll take you to the hospital tomorrow." Eric said. He brought him into the bathroom and while the water warmed up, stripped. When they were both naked, Eric pulled him into the bathroom.

He began scrubbing Corey down, wiping off the blood and tears from his skin. He hugged him to his chest, scrubbing his back and down to his ass. When he got to his ass he slowed down and began to be more gentle. He reached his hole and Corey hissed as his fingers brushed across it. His opening felt swollen and when Eric pulled his hand away, his fingers had a smear of blood on them. He frowned and rinsed them off with the spray from the shower.

He continued to wash the Irish man until he was spotless, then quickly washed himself, allowing Corey to sit under the hot spray of the shower. He pulled him out of the shower and dried him off with a dark blue fluffy towel. He gently brought him over to the bed and and laid him down. He shut off the lights and crawled in next to him, spooning against his back.

"Eric?" Corey whispered, using his name for the first time.

"Yes?"

"Will you make me go back there?" Corey asked, afraid of the answer.

"No, you don't have to go back." Eric said, he wouldn't turn a blind eye to the treatment John showed towards the boy, friendship or not.

"Thank you, sir." Corey whispered into the pillow.

"You're welcome, now sleep." He whispered into the younger boys ear.

"Yes, Master."

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"Wake up, Pet." Eric whispered into Corey's ear. The Irish boy opened his mismatched eyes, which were filled with sleep.

"Master?" Corey rubbed his eye with his left arm. Eric paused for a moment.

"Yes, pet. We need to get that arm looked at, come on." Eric scooped him up. He set him on the floor and dressed the still mostly asleep man. He tugged his injured arm gently through one of his smaller shirts, which still drowned the boy. He was mostly awake by the time Eric was finished. His hair was still mused from sleep and the shirt drooped over his shoulders lazily.

"You let me call you Master." Corey looked into his eyes.

"I told you, I'm not going to make you go back to that man." Eric said. Corey walked up to him and placed his head on his chest.

"Come on, love." Eric grabbed his jacket it and draped it over the Irish mans shoulders

They arrived at the hospital shortly and Eric escorted him right past the counter.

"Uh... Sir. Don't we have to sign in and stuff?"

"Not when you're with me."

"What do you-"

"Hey, Eric. Isn't this your day off?" A nurse walked up to the couple.

"It is, but we had a little accident." Eric smiled, and nodded his head towards Corey's arm, which he clutched close to his chest.

"Well I'll let you get that taken care of. Exam room four is free." The nurse smiled and walked off.

"Thanks Kathy."

"Come here often?" Corey joked.

"I work here."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm a doctor." Eric winked at him.

"Wow that's....hot." Corey chuckled. Eric laughed and shut the door. He brought over the portable X-ray machine. He was in the middle of doing the cast when Corey spoke.

"Thank you for finding me, sir." Corey said quietly.

"You're welcome."

"What are you going to do about Master John?"

"Don't call him Master anymore. I'm your Master." Eric said with a raised voice, "Don't worry about him, I'll handle it. I want you to focus on getting better." While they were in the exam room, he took the chance to look over the rest of his body.

"I think you have a broken rib or two." Eric frowned. "He was really rough with you wasn't he?"

"He always is." Corey said. Eric wrapped his ribs tightly and helped him pull on the shirt. They were on the way home when Eric stopped.

"Why are we stopping?" Corey asked.

"I'll be right back, Pet." Eric climbed out of the car. He returned a few minutes later with a bag from the store they had stopped at. They returned to Eric's house and stepped inside.

"I'll make us some lunch, Master." Corey began walking towards the kitchen.

"Oh no you don't. Go up to our room now, and get some rest. I'll bring up some food in a little while." Eric said, turning Corey towards the stairs. Corey took a few and looked back.

"Our room...?" He had a questioning look on his face.

"That's right. From now on we'll share a room every night. We will go over the rules of the house later." Eric said. Corey walked up the stairs and once he was gone the phone rang. Eric answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Eric, I've been up all night. I can't find him."

"Don't worry about it, John. I have him." Eric swallowed, preparing for the oncoming storm.

"You do? Fantastic! Why didn't you call me sooner? I've been worried sick, if that little Leprechaun got to the cops..." He trailed off. "I'll be right over."

"I think it's best if you stayed where you are, John." The line was silent for a moment and Eric began to wonder if the other man had already hung up.

"What?"

"I don't think it's in anybody's best interest if you take the boy back." Eric sat down.

"It's in my best interest."

"But not the boys, and not mine." Eric said.

"You're attracted to him, aren't you." John was getting angry.

"I am." Eric didn't let his voice shake.

"God damn it. It's taken me a long time to train him, you will not ruin him!" John shouted.

"Ruin him? Trained him my ass, you abused the poor boy!" Eric shouted.

"He's a slave, that's what he's meant for!" John yelled.

"No! It's not." Eric calmed down.

"He's not yours to decide what to do with."

"Yes, he is." Eric hung up the phone.

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"Here you go, Pet." Eric set the tray of soup down on the bed.

"Thank you, sir." Corey sat up and began eating.

"You're welcome. So I thought now would be a good time to go over house rules." Eric said.

"Okay." Corey smiled.

"Good. Rule one, you are my Slave and I am your Master. You will show respect to me, and you will be polite. This includes any friends or other Masters that ever come over. Understood?" Eric spoke in a calm voice.

"Yes, sir." Eric smiled and Corey's answer.

"Rule two. Since you are the slave, you do not choose what we do and when we do it. Outside the bedroom and inside the bedroom, I am in charge. Understood?" Eric stroked Corey's hair.

"Yes, sir."

"Rule three. You will always be naked in the house, or at least only wearing those tight briefs you have, unless I tell you otherwise. You will be in charge of all the cooking and the cleaning, except for the dishes. I insist we do the dishes together every day. Also, this does not mean you're a housewife. I like men, Corey. Please do not act like a girl. I enjoy a man's body and his personality."

"Yes, sir." Corey stared at his new Master as he spoke, making sure he committed the rules to memory.

"Rule four. I am a sadist and enjoy seeing my pets in pain. That doesn't mean that I will be abusive. After any of our games I'll take care of you and make sure you know that I love you. I will never cause any permanent damage, and I will always be aware of your boundaries and how hard to push them. I want you to have pleasure, but only at my hand or with me."

"Yes, sir."

"Rule five. You need to trust me. I know it will take awhile, especially considering your previous Master. But I promise you that I will always take care of you, and I will never seriously hurt you." Eric said.

"Yes, sir."

"Rule six. I am a fair Master, if you have a problem with anything you can always come to me and talk reasonably with me. But in the end I get the final say. Just because I'm fair doesn't mean I won't punish you. If you do something wrong or break any of these rules, you will be punished. How you will be punished depends on the severity of what you did."

"Yes, sir."

"The last rule, rule seven. Everyday, when I get home, I expect you to be at the door. You will greet me, give me a kiss, take my jacket and shoes, and have dinner ready. We will eat together, do the dishes, and go to bed together. I will take care of you, I will provide you with food, clothing, a place to sleep, and all the love you could possibly handle, not to mention the best sex you will ever have." Eric winked. "In return, you will take care of me, you will learn to please me inside and outside the bedroom. You will cook, and clean. You will also make sure you look presentable, and gorgeous when you are in clothing." Eric said, stealing Corey's spoon and eating some of his soup.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, I'm glad you can follow all of these rules." Eric kissed his forehead.

"I promise I'll be a good slave, Master."

"And I promise to be a good Master, Pet." Eric stood up and stroked his hair before taking the empty bowl of soup. "Get some sleep. Your training starts once you've completely healed." Eric kissed him once more and left the room, shutting off the lights.

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It had been three weeks since Corey had been rescued from his abusive master. He had been recovering well and the bruising around his throat was completely gone. The cut on his cheek had healed, and he now only had a removable brace on his wrist. The break in his arm hadn't been bad, and had already healed. The tears in his ass had healed and he no longer felt the constant aches and pains through his body from his beatings.

"Good evening, Pet." His Master greeted him at the door.

"Good evening, Master." It was Friday and Corey had gotten used to his daily routine. He walked up to his Master and kissed him, by standing on his tip toes, before reaching for his jacket.

"Is dinner ready, Pet?" His Master asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, Sir." Corey said, following him into the kitchen where the table was set and a single candle was lit.

"You went the extra mile today, Pet. What's the occasion?" Eric asked as he sat down at the table.

"I was hoping we could start my training tonight, Master. If that's okay with you of course." Corey's heart pounded nervously in his chest.

"You think you're ready for that?" Eric took a sip of wine.

"Yes, Sir. I feel much better and I want to start my training very bad." Corey was ready to get on his knee's and beg if he had to.

"Do you now?" Eric smiled as he ate his salmon.

"Yes, sir." Corey looked at him with what Eric began to call 'Puppy eyes'.

"Don't give me those eyes." Eric raised an eyebrow. Corey smiled and they continued the meal in silence.

"Come, Pet. The dishes can wait." His Master rose once Corey had put the dishes in the sink. He led him upstairs to their bedroom and shut their door.

"On your knees." His Master said, without turning around. Corey watched him move over to the bathroom and come out completely naked. His cock was half hard and swayed in front of him. His legs were muscled and his torso had a well defined six pack. His body was handsome and he had an air of masculinity and confidence around him. His Master was glorious.

"Your first lesson is on cock sucking. It's something you'll need to learn to be good at." His Master stepped up to him until his cock bobbed in front of his face. Corey looked down nervously.

"I tried that before... I can't." Corey said quietly.

"What was one of the first things I said to you?" Eric asked. When Corey couldn't answer he stroked the side of his face with his hand, making him look up. "Hold you head high. Don't hide those beautiful eyes, Pet." Eric said.

"Yes, Master." Corey looked up at him.

"Now take my cock in your mouth, as much as you can comfortably stand." Eric stroked his cheek as Corey did as he was told. He got about a quarter of his Masters cock into his mouth before he stopped.

"Now suck slowly. Use your tongue and find out what I like and how to please me." His Master tilted his head back and let his pet play with his, now, fully hardened cock.

"Now try to take a little bit more, Pet. Go slowly." Eric stroked his hair. Corey tried to take more and began choking.

"Easy, Pet. Relax your throat and just swallow when you start to gag." Eric said, using his hand to firmly push Corey onto his cock. Corey began choking again and did as his master said, swallowing when his swollen cock head hit the back of his throat. The cock slipped down his throat and Corey began to panic when he realized he couldn't breathe. Eric saw this and immediately calmed his pet.

"Breathe through your nose, pet." Eric continued to push him down on his cock until the younger man was deep-throating it with ease.

"Explore, Pet. Find out what makes me groan." Eric played with his hair as Corey began using his hands to play with his balls and ass. In no time Eric was about to cum.

"Have you ever swallowed cum before pet?" Eric asked, he let Corey loose so he could speak.

"No, Sir. My previous master made me take his sometimes, but I could never swallow." Corey admitted. His eyes watered from sucking the cock but he stared at it like a starving man would stare at a Thanksgiving feast.

"Well you will now, you will learn to like it as it pleases me." Eric said. Corey went back to sucking his cock and Eric began thrusting in and out of his hot mouth. He grunted as he filled Corey's mouth with cum. Corey began gagging as his throat and mouth was filled with the warm salty juice. He spit some out as he choked and immediately felt guilty. His master had wanted him to swallow and he had failed him.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"You will learn pet. Lick it up." His master commanded. Corey looked up and frowned.

"Off the floor?"

"You had best hope that you cleaned the floor well enough." His master had an air of authority to him as he spoke.

"Yes, Sir." Corey bent and paused a moment before running his tongue across the puddle of cum on the floor. The salty taste filled his mouth again and he frowned.

"How is it, Pet?"

"I don't know, Master." Corey didn't want to insult him.

"Don't lie. Tell me what you really think." His Master said.

"I don't like it, Sir."

"Maybe not now, but you will." His master promised.

"Yes, Sir." Corey finished licking up the salty cum and by the time he had finished he found that the taste was better.

"Good, Pet." His master stroked his hair and Corey found himself almost purring at the sensation. He loved the feeling he got from pleasing his Master.

"From now on we will be training more frequently." His master said.

"Yes, Sir." Corey smiled up at his Master.

"Come, we left dishes downstairs." His Master led him out of the bedroom and down into the kitchen where they did the dishes together.

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Corey was home alone. It had been weeks since his first time sucking his Masters beautiful cock. He had grown used to the taste of his Masters cum and even enjoyed it now. He had been practicing with his master and could now deep throat his ten inches easily. He knew what his Master liked and could make him cum in less than a minute if he was allowed to.

His master had reciprocated every time and Corey always asked for permission before cumming. His Master loved it when he would cum. He was always astonished at how much his pet's cock could cream. His favorite thing was to watch Corey use his fingers to feed himself his cum. Corey didn't enjoy the taste of himself that much, but watching the lust on his Masters face was reward enough. Corey waited at the door, his Master was due home any minute. Finally he heard the car pulled up and if he had had a tail it would have been wagging.