<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br/>Jayson listened to the other's words carefully as he was told about the letter and Isaac's last wishes for his slave. For a moment he did feel a bit of envy for having never had such a loving master, but he had to remind himself that even Trent's story didn't have a happy end. And it was wrong to be envious of other people. He sighed softly as he tried to concentrate his thoughts back on what he was being told. So... Trent wanted to learn how to be free, but he was scared of it? It did make sense... at least he knew that he had been terrified of this newly found freedom after Jared ditched him....<br/><br/>"Yeah... I think I can relate, master Trent..." He murmured softly, his words trailing off as he felt the man's hand on his leg. Warmth spread through his body and another blush appeared on his cheeks. He was easily aroused, something that most of the clients of the bathhouse loved about him, so it wasn't a big surprise that this innocent gentle touch was enough to start stirring his cock behind the loincloth. He swallowed hard and looked at Trent, but before he had managed to say anything the other was leaning in and kissing his collarbone.<br/><br/><em>Such tender kisses.</em><br/><br/>His heart started skipping beats in his chest as the kisses continued, his cock already poking out of the loincloth. His breath got heavier and he found it incredibly hard to speak when he was asked to guide Trent to the spots that he liked being kissed. Well... he liked being kissed everywhere in every possible way. If he had to be honest those light teasing kisses and licks were driving him crazy, and slightly freaking him out as most of his experience was based on rough lovers.<br/><br/>"Master..." He whispered, his voice a bit choked as he used all his will to reach out and take a hold of Trent's biceps, stilling his arms and his whole body without hurting him. "It's my task to bring you pleasure..." He said quietly as he inched a bit closer to the younger man. Even if Trent felt like satisfying him, this... wasn't right. He wanted to learn how to be a master, right? Then he shouldn't be the one pleasing his slave. "I haven't deserved your attention and lips with anything... please... let me bring you satisfaction..." He almost pleaded, hoping that Trent would realize that he was doing a big mistake - he was still acting a bit like a pet, asking someone to push him around, and to let him satisfy them. And without waiting Jayson leaned in and gently kissed the younger man's lips. Just briefly before he leaned down and started placing kisses over his shoulder, then down his collarbone, over one of his pecks, letting his soft tongue circle around a nipple, then kissing it before looking up at Trent, his cheeks burning, eyes shining. "What do you want me to do for you, Master Trent?" He whispered, wondering whether Trent had ever been in that kind of situation - being served first...<br/>