One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 13:13:10</strong>
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				Ciel tapped his fingers on his fine cedar desk with the speed of a man bordering frustration.<br>&nbsp;’thump..thump..thump..thump..thump’<br>Ciel Phantomhive looked rather bored sitting at his desk, chin resting on the back of his hand, eyes slowly skimming the reports from Scotland Yard and occasionally browsing the newspapers. <br><br>He glanced at the large clock on the wall and grimaced. His staff was late, Sebastian was Late!. Over the years he had gotten used to the character faults in his other staff, yet Sebastian was different. <br>“I’d figure a soul would be worth a butler who was actually on time” He sighed as he stopped tapping with his fingers. He made a mental note of it, it displayed his frustration. Displaying ones emotion was a weakness. <br>Ciel Phantomhive did not have…. Could not have any weaknesses. <br><br>To be honest Sebastian was not that late. He in fact had two more minutes before he had to give Ciel his tea. The reason Ciel was upset was because of his dreams, that and that a witty butler had overheard his mumbling in his dreams. <br>The gently whisper of Sebastian saying “master, you must have dozed off” while shaking his shoulder, it irritated him. Ciel Phantomhive does not doze off!. He simply chooses to sleep on his desk while still having the documents on the table.<br>When reminding Sebastian on his tone and position he always kept his cool. The silver-tongued speech of the butler…. Gods it send shivers down his spine. His mouth might say "I'm terribly sorry young master do forgive me for speaking out of term", while his eyes said something else.<br>Whenever Ciel forgot about Sebastian being a demon, his eyes would remind it for him.<br><br>Ever since ‘Madam Red’s’ sudden death he had occasional nightmares. Her begging him to safe her. He telling Sebastian to save her, yet he did not obey. All simply memories bubbling in the subconscious, yet it did set his mood. It reminded him that Sebastian was a only half trained wolf. It might appear to be loyal, but how far could his loyalty stretch?. Sebastian usually did things as he deemed proper to serve his master. Ciel needed a way to remind him of his status. He was the master, he was in charge!<br><br>The youth stood up from behind his desk and turned around, facing the window. His frame was slightly taller than it had been before, yet still carried a lot of his boy hood. His tone of voice and the way he carried himself spoke of the man he would become, yet the boy still ruled him. He was considered handsome and delicate be adults, surely an innocent looking youth could no rule a business so strictly? He kept his back to the door as he heard a pair of footsteps approaching his door, Sebastian’s.<br><br>Funny how he could hear other people’s footsteps coming from the beginning of the hallway, yet Sebastian’s footsteps only did register when he was almost next to the door.&nbsp; <br>A knock came at the master's study. His butler, Sebastian, with a covered tray resting in the palm of his other hand, stood outside the door. <br>“Your late” He said coldly, neither anger nor frustration surfacing for a second. He heard the familiar sounds of the door opening and closing again, yet Sebastian always did it with grace. As if even the act of using a door required special attention.<br>"Yes, what is it?" Ciel called, eyes briefly averting from the window to look at his butler. All the while the boy was busy suppressing a grin. The entrance of Sebastian also brought the chance of a treat. A parfait, cake, or cream filled puff, anything sweet really. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 13:57:24</strong>
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				The demon seemed to easily sense his master's frustration. It was evident in the Earl's tone and even his posture, though any normal human wouldn't have noticed anything out of place. Sebastian would notice even the tiniest detail, such as the curve of his master's back being slightly less relaxed than usual, or a slight hardness behind the one brilliant blue eye that would be indiscernible by the average mind. <br><br>He had heard the slight edge in his voice when Ciel had accused him of being late, which he wasn't. Even this behavior was unusual and unsettling. He could not recall doing anything out of the ordinary lately that should have upset the human, and yet it was clear that something was wrong. <br><br>He walked boldly across the study and leaned over to set a covered serving tray down on Ciel's desk. His clothes were as pristine as ever, and despite the fact that he knew Ciel was somehow unhappy, the demon's demeanor showed no sign of change. <br><br>He straightened up and tugged his watch out of his pocket, flicking open the cover and observing the time for a moment. Just as he'd suspected, he was not late at all, if anything he was five seconds early, so what game was his master playing today? <br><br>He frowned at the watch, closing it and replacing it into his pocket and bowing deeply to Ciel. "Forgive me, my lord. I was not aware that I was late. Were you expecting me earlier?" <br><br>The butler lifted the cover off of his silver tray to reveal a platter of various small sweets, miniature cakes and torts as well as custard tarts and a wide variety of cookies. There was also a tea cup and a piping hot kettle of tea. The demon lifted it and delicately poured it for Ciel, the cup steaming and filling the room with a fresh flowery aroma. He then set it in front of Ciel's chair along with the large plate of sweets and bowed to him yet again, one gloved hand going across his chest as he did. <br><br>"I've brought you your afternoon tea. Today I may have been a few seconds later than usual as I spent extra time preparing your snack. The miniature dark chocolate tortes I made for you today as a special treat, my lord. You seem as if you've been on edge lately, so I thought you would enjoy something new." It was an unusual gesture of extra care from the demon, but aside from that there was no show of emotion in his tone or body language, his red eyes fixed plainly on the desk. <br><br>He did not question Ciel any further, or make any effort to point out that he was perfectly on time. Instead he simply accepted his master's criticism and apologized accordingly. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 14:48:19</strong>
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				Ciel still had his back to the demon as he heard the apology. “Hmm” He grunted, not wanting to give the demon the satisfaction of a straight answer. The room was quickly filled by the aroma of the tea, as it prickled his nose. He slowly moved back to the desk and sat down. Taking his time to sample the tea he sighed. This particular blend was not known to him, not surprising since the arrival of a whole batch of thee from china, still it irritated him that he did not know something while Sebastian did. He grabbed the small silver spoon and scooped a small amount of sugar in the cup. The fact that he only took two scoops in his tea was known to almost all in the household, yet Ciel was feeling like a little prick today.<br><br>The sensation the chocolate cake gave him was superb. It seemed to melt on his tongue wile stimulating all his taste buds. Burn that man for being an excellent chef. This ‘treat’ reminded him of how often Sebastian was being praised by guests for his cooking skills. Or looks, clothing, etiquette, speech, knowledge, etc. He was not praising that man! Not today. Forcing himself to hate the cake. “It seems it is too rich in sugar. I’d think an experienced butler of the Phantomhive household would know the delicate balance between sugar and eggs” He did not wait for an answer, nor did he wanted one. He would no doubt be offered a ‘sincere’ apology of the lack of attention while preparing the cake, all the while containing a sarcastic undertone. No Ciel was too busy for that. <br><br>The youth might not have the same experience as Sebastian in numerous subjects, yet he could read people. The way Sebastian held his gaze a second longer on the newspaper spoke volumes of his mood. The article contained the word dog and wolf a few times. <br><br>‘In latest news: A third victim has been claimed by the notorious London wolf pack. The offici….’<br><br>Ciel grinned as he remembered the way Sebastian felt about canines. The London pack was tought to be stray dogs gone mad by rabies, yet the attacks were to organized. All the attacks happened each every month. One each month during a full moon. He had not yet received word from his majesty, ordering him to stop the.. ‘pack’&nbsp; yet he had placed the article on the desk to piss off his butler. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 06:50:07</strong>
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				Sebastian watched him carefully, his eyes widening ever so slightly when more sugar was added to the tea. It was his job to make sure Ciel had his two scoops, and he had done so. Why then was his master adding more? He was sure to be displeased with the butler for not getting it right to begin with. Then the comment about the cake came, and the demon's suspicions were confirmed. Ciel was up to something. <br><br>He blinked at him, a soft sigh escaping his lips and once again he bowed deeply to the Earl, his gaze going back to the newspaper. "Forgive me, my lord. Perhaps Baldroy added extra sugar while I wasn't looking. Do you wish for me to take these away and provide you with something else?" <br><br>The demon tensed as he awaited Ciel's answer. Something was definitely out of place about his master today. Had he slipped up in some way and done something to deserve this level of disdain? His red eyes skimmed over the article once again wondering if something within the newspaper might be to blame for his master's soured mood. As observant as the butler was, he didn't have the faintest idea that Ciel might have put the article there just to bother him. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 10:07:03</strong>
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				Why did that man never slip up? Cool demeanor and almost perfect analytic abilities. Ciel tensed up for a brief second before relaxing again, knowing full well that Sebastian had noticed it. “Hmm” He muttered with his hand, waving the notion off. He did not want a different cake. Curse that man!, this cake was the best he had so far.&nbsp; “It’s too late for that now” Grabbing the last piece of cake with his left hand he began eating. It was hard to maintain a cool demeanor, while trying not to stuff the cake inside your mouth in one go. <br><br>When Ciel was done he placed the exquisite dish and cup on the desk, making sure it was as far away from the silver tray as he could. He knew he was being unfair, even spoiled a bit. He kept Sebastion in the same place by staring at him for a second, giving him the look that said ‘I’m not done with you yet’. “I want to go riding later today. In three hours I expect my riding clothing to be laid out on my bed and my horse to be saddled.” He made sure not to mention who would be accompanying him on this trip. Sebastian would just have to guess. “Afterwards I think I shall take a bath.”<br>He waited for Sebastian to acknowledge his commands and move for the trey. He eyed his butler the same as a predator does a prey. <br>Sebastian was dressed, as usually, dressed in an outfit consisting of black trousers, tailcoat, vest, and a tie. The silver pocket watch containing the PHantomhive crest was tucked back into his pockets. <br>Truly the man never slipped up while dressing, it was flawless. <br><br>Waiting for his butler to take the tray with both hands and move towards the door, he spoke. “You forget one thing.” He held out his left hand. Covering two of his digits were rings. <br>One is an ornate silver piece holding an perfect cut blue diamond. The other a gold signet-ring. A few smears of chocolate covered his fingers and rings. A quick swipe with a handkerchief, one that Sebastian had provided, would take care of the issue. Ciel was not in a pleasant mood today as he ordered Sebastian back. “A butlers job is to keep my spotless. Seeing as you have your hands full on the tray, you can clean my fingers with your mouth.” A sly grin appeared on the boy’s face.a<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 10:36:43</strong>
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				The demon nodded at his orders, though the Earl's demeanor and tone were starting to unsettle him. Even though he was starting to feel a faint nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach, he offered no outward sign of it as he ran over Ciel's orders in his head. It would take him barely a few minutes to lay out the riding clothes and prepare his horse. With three hours to do such simple tasks in, he was hardly rushed for time. <br><br>He gathered up the plate and placed it on the tray, pouring Ciel a second cup of tea and adding the appropriate amount of sugar. The Earl would often take a second cup after he'd finished his sweets, and even if he did not, Sebastian would simply gather up the glass later. <br><br>He placed the tea kettle on the tray as well and replaced the silver top hiding what was on the tray from view. He then turned to head for the door as he felt he'd been dismissed. Ciel's voice made him stop in his tracks, his back stiffening slightly. He looked over his shoulder at him, those red eyes filled with some unreadable emotion, the look almost dangerous. Had he truly just been ordered to lick his master's hand clean like a dog? <br><br>He turned around to face him, and walked back across the study until he stood beside Ciel's chair, he leaned over to look down at him, his eyes cold and hard as they always were. He bowed to him and sank down on one knee beside his chair, still holding the tray in both hands. The Earl certainly was being peculiar today... but orders were orders... perhaps he had done this on purpose so the butler could taste what he'd done wrong with the cake?<br><br>He moved closer, slipping his tongue past his lips to touch the skin of Ciel's chocolate stained finger. The taste was not unpleasant, nor did it seem to sweet to him, but his own judgement of human food wasn't the best one. The demon's movements were sensual and seductive, even if that was not his intent. That long elegant tongue and soft lips working to remove every spec of the dessert from Ciel's hand, soon drawing one particularly smeared finger into his mouth to suck tenderly at the digit, his eyes falling closed as he did so. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 11:00:02</strong>
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				Ciel grinned slowly. A Demon on his knees licking your fingers was a rare sight indeed. This all was punishment for the fact that he disobeyed him so often. Well disobeyed wasn’t quite the word, but it was close enough. Ciel padded the butlers head, slowly caressing the hair. It was funny how then Ciel realized how soft Sebastian’s hair actually was. “Finally doing something right.” He whispered to Sebastian. When Sebastian slowly engulfed his thumb inside his own mouth, Ciel had to suppress a gasp. The man’s mouth was like fire, almost scorching the flesh of his thumb. It felt slightly to warm yet pleasant at the same time. He felt the tongue swirl around the ring, cleaning every spot of it. Even with a disgusting task like this, he performed it perfectly. “Enough” Ciel said suddenly as he stood up. “This is taking too long, I’ll clean it myself” He walked passed Sebastian, strolling out of the room.<br><br>He slowly strode across the hallway, searching for a quite spot. Sliding inside his mansions library, he took a place on an expensive looking sofa. Why did he have to close his eyes while cleaning him, or suck on his thumb. It wasn’t that he was per say angry at the fact that Sebastian did all those things, merely the fact how he himself reacted to it. Remembering the way he had caressed his thumb, his swirling thumb and oven like warmth. The boy could not help it, hormones ran through his body every second. It wasn’t his fault his organ was straining against the fabric. It was Sebastian’s right? A member of his Lineage.. A nobleman did not feel this way about mere servants, Sebastian had done it on purpose!. Well, Ciel would just have to punish him harder in the future.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 11:11:18</strong>
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				The butler had watched him with wide eyes as he appeared to storm from the room, wondering what he could have done wrong this time. It was the best one could be expected to do when given such a task, so why had Ciel reacted in such a way? Had he done something inappropriate? Humans never failed to confuse him.<br><br>With a sigh, he got to his feet and carried his tray to the kitchen, the taste of the chocolate and his master's skin lingering on his tongue. Perhaps he had been enjoying it a little too much, being able to taste Ciel was a rare opportunity, and he had maybe taken some pleasure in it? He placed his finger on his chin in thought, surely not, a demon did not enjoy such things. It had been simply an act of loyal servitude that he'd become accustomed to, that was all. <br><br>He went about washing the dishes, trying to ignore the faintest gnawing sensation at the back of his mind. Was he starting to have feelings for his food? <br><br>When he was done with the dishes he went to prepare Ciel's riding clothes and his horse as he had been instructed to do, wondering when his master would call him back to his side, or if he would prefer to get dressed and go out riding on his own. After the peculiar events of this day so far, he needed something to distract himself. So the demon went to the sitting room and began polishing the silver that lined the walls and mantle, trying to just relax and lose himself in his work, even though he kept a careful listen for the servant's bell or Ciel calling his name, which he would hear even if they should be miles apart. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 11:26:51</strong>
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				The dictionary! It had taken reading twenty pages of the dictionary for his body to finally cool down. Time spend on useless things!. He stalked out of the room and went towards his chambers. He did not bother with Sebastian this time. He usually only let him dress him in the mornings and evenings. Removing his clothing and putting on his riding garb, helped him clear his mind. He was going to practice some of his technics his previous instructor had told him. In a month time there was a small hunt with some of the nobles, Ciel was one of them. He wanted to show him that the head of his house was able to ride with the best of them.<br>So good intentions and youthful stamina carried him towards the stables, lifting him onto his horse. Within seconds he flew out of the stables and dashed towards the tree lines. It felt like flying.<br><br>A good two hours was spend in the forest before he finally came back. All three of his household staff went pale white when they saw him again. What was wrong? Sure he might have a piece of dirt on his cheeks from the riding, but it was no big deal. He kept up that attitude even stalking past Sebastian and heading towards the bathtub. Honestly he had only fallen once, just once!. He took of the mud encrusted shoes and flung them to the corner of the bathroom. When he glanced in the mirror he gasped. Only a few inches of his face was not covered in mud, dirt and twigs. Ok.. So he might have fallen more than once, but it was not his fault. Sighing and regretting his next words. He slowly and hesitantly whispered the words. “Sebastian.. Come here” He clenched his teeth as he heard the doorknob turning. He was already standing outside! He knew he would be summoned. <br><br>If Ciel had an aura, it was surely turning pitch black right now. He looked at Sebastian and held his gaze. His eyes were trying to stare him to death, while his teeth were busy grinding itself to the breaking point. It took him more effort to say the next few words right now compared to when he signed over his soul. “Sebastian… I..” He stopped and eyed him carefully. If he so much as grinned or smirked he would have to come up with a way to humiliate him even further. “Help me out of these clothes.” He sighed again as he knew it would be a hard job. “Help me bathe”<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 11:42:50</strong>
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				The demon simply bowed, completely accepting his orders as he always did. "As you wish, my lord." He got down on one knee and began undressing his master, tugging his shirt off first and moving to his mud encrusted pants and socks. It was clear that he'd fallen a few times, and the clothes would take a great deal of work to clean. Still, the butler did not mind undressing him, even though the mud stained his own pristine white gloves.<br><br>Once he had Ciel completely naked, he began to fill the tub with hot water, adding some of his master's favorite bubbling soap to the mix. The bathroom was quickly filled with steam and a pleasant flowery scent. The demon tugged his gloves off slowly with his teeth, seemingly not bothered by the mud, and offered his hand to help Ciel into the tub, not at all minding the menial work of such tasks. <br><br>"Are you alright, my lord? You aren't injured are you?" The demon's usually cold tone had been replaced with something warm and more caring than usual. It was clear that the butler was really concerned about the Earl. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 11:57:15</strong>
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				“I am fine” He said quickly, not wanting the butler to further investigate in his horsemanship. Ciel himself was a capable rider yet his mind was occupied with other things. Strangely one of those things was Sebastian. He slowly took hold of the man’s hand and climbed into the bathtub. The hairless form of the boy was pristine white and without flaw. The fact that a form so delicate and frail could hold so much responsibility and hate was astounding. He slowly slid in the tub, already feeling the mud slip of his hair and skin.&nbsp; He let out gasp as Sebastian filled the tub with some more warm water. The boy did not let it be known publicly that he was sensitive to temperature changes. Already Goosebumps were forming on his arms. <br><br>He leant back as he closed his eyes. “Sebastian.. Clean me from head to toe.” He said it casually and without a second thought. He usually tried to command Sebastian to do thing he was already going to do. It felt… gratifying to know that he had to follow an direct order instead of thinking for himself. The demon usually thought way too much to begin with. Each order he gave that did not specify exactly what he meant could be used as a loophole. He sunk down further in the bathtub, making the job harder for Sebastian and forcing him to engulf both his arms underwater if he was to clean him properly. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 12:12:11</strong>
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				The demon took off his tailcoat and hung it on a hook beside the door, leaving him now in just his white undershirt, tie, pants, and shoes. He rolled up his sleeves to expose his lower arms, slender and soft looking, though underneath that perfect pale skin were deceptively strong muscles. <br><br>He got down on his knees beside the tub and took up a rag, dipping it into the water to get it damp before he began to lather it with soap. His eyes fell on Ciel's form for a moment, before he returned his gaze to the rag in his hands. It was hard for him to keep denying it, he was starting to find things about his master desirable. Things that one would not normally appreciate in mere food... but then, the Earl had always meant more to him than any contract he'd held before him. <br><br>The butler relaxed as he leaned over, sinking both of his arms into the soapy water up to his elbows and began to wash every inch of Ciel's muddy skin, avoiding his crotch for the moment, the idea of washing there without express permission made him cringe. He would surely be struck if he should touch his master in such a personal way. As he washed him he kept a close eye on his reactions, watching for any signs of pain from Ciel. If the young lord had a cut or a bad bruise from his falls, the demon would see to it that it was properly cared for. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 12:34:16</strong>
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				Ciel relaxed as he felt the gently yet strong digits work his hair and neck. The scent of soap filled the room, mixed in with the steam. The young lord kept his eyes closed as Sebastian cleaned his hair. The ‘cleaning’ soon turned into another direction. The long slender digits soon began to trace up and down the soft skin, still cleaning yet.. different. Ciel said nothing, merely enjoying the sensation it was giving him. <br><br>When the Butler began to clean his toes, Ciel shook gently. Sebastian stopped cleaning for a brief second before continuing. Perhaps he thought I had been hurt? Duck brain, he knew he I was ticklish!. Ciel inhaled and exhaled deeply, the relaxing feeling sending him in the state of half consciousness. Tiredness from the riding and pleasure from the bath kept him there. Aware of everything, yet dimly. The Butler soon began to clean his chest and legs. Ciel began to think about how skilled he actually was. Ambidextrous appeared to be nothing for a demon, as Sebastian kept cleaning him. Slowly the hand began to clean his stomach and thighs. <br><br>A sensitive area for any young lad. The sensation soon brought in a new feeling. The small still boyish organ began to slowly start to fill up with blood. Ciel’s chest grew redder by the second, yet not caused by the warm water. Ciel paid not mind, he was still so relaxed, not caring for what happened beyond the feeling of relaxation. Ciel came from a line of healthy men, evident from the way his organ began to swell up. The organ was only in a half filled state yet it already displayed an impressive length and girth. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 12:52:17</strong>
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				The suds from the soapy water had begun to clear, no longer obscuring the young earl's body entirely from view. The demon had been relying on feeling with his hands to know what parts he was cleaning up until now. He did not need to see, but now as he was cleaning Ciel's stomach, his wrist brushed against something that hadn't been there before. <br><br>The butler froze for a moment, his hand quickly moving higher to try and avoid what he suspected was his master's erection. Did his bathing skills bring Ciel that much pleasure? His cheeks flushed slightly as he tried not to look directly at Ciel's length, finding it to be impressively large for someone of his stature. <br><br>For the first time in perhaps their entire relationship, the demon felt awkward and unsure of himself. Did Ciel want him to wash there too, or did he want him to go away now? He was worried that just that light brush from his wrist would be enough to send Ciel into a fit of anger, and as unsettled as things had been lately, he was not looking forward to any further possible drama. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 13:19:56</strong>
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				Ciel was on the verge of letting out a moan as he regained himself. He was completely naked and exposed in the bathtub, while his butler was fondling him. HIM! One of noble blood. He closed his eyes again and began to calculate what he should do. All the while the hands massaging and cleaning his skin did not stop. Every inch of his skin was scrubbed over and over again. The only area the butler did not clean was his groin. Each time the butler got close to it, he suddenly withdrew again. Ciel grinned inwardly, he did not know what to do in this situation. In all honesty Ciel was being a bit of a jerk lately, giving orders that put Sebastian in a position where he could go both ways. Each time his hands drew near to his organ, he could feel the hesitation.<br><br>Yet each time he grew close, it brought expectation. What would happen when those delicate fingers actually brushed his skin?. What would happen when one of those digits slowly pulled back the covering skin of his phallus? Would he get angry or would it give him pleasure? Young Ciel was more mature than most men. He had responsibility the size of a mountain, yet he was still a kid. He had never before been touched by another woman… or man. He had played with himself of course. He knew he had a quick trigger, yet recovered rapidly. What would happen when he came here? Would it shame Sebastian? Bring him further down, that a strong and powerful demon would be degraded to the station of a simple whore? <br><br>“Sebastian I am not made of glass down there. Hurry up and clean my properly.” He said suddenly while keeping his voice cool. He would led Sebastian think this was nothing to the boy. The only one who would be embarrassed or feel awkward would be his servant. “I don’t have all day” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 13:43:11</strong>
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				The butler looked up at him, the red eyes wide with surprise, though he did not voice it. It was a true sign of emotion from Sebastian, a rare thing to be sure. He looked back down at the engorged length beneath the bath water, his cheeks growing clearly pink as he moved those slender hands slowly downward and took hold of the pulsing flesh, each throb conveying Ciel's heartbeat to him.<br><br>He felt distinctly nervous as he began to run one hand up and down the length, pulling back the foreskin to clean thoroughly even the sensitive head hidden beneath. His own heartbeat quickened at the feeling of the smooth, hard member in his hands, and he tried desperately to just maintain his composure. No matter how hard he tried though, he was unable to think of this as just an ordinary bath. <br><br>The feeling of Ciel's soft balls and hard length beneath his nimble fingertips made him feel as if he was doing far more than just cleaning here. There was no ignoring how the flesh twitched and swelled at his touch. What if he was doing something improper? Would his master punish him even though he'd ordered him to do this? "Are you sure this is alright... my lord?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 14:18:55</strong>
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				Hesitation! Sweet, sweet hesitation. In all the years, Sebastian had never shown so much emotion as he did here. It only lasted a second but it was there. Feeling like the victory already, Ciel was about to comment when he felt the contact. He had expected the demon to just clean around the organ and then wash the tip. Grabbing hold of it so suddenly, yet so softly it sent shivers down his spine. It was good Ciel had already prepared himself for the act, otherwise he would be foaming from the mouth from all this pleasure. He kept still for a while, getting used to the strange sensation of another soul touching his own flesh.<br><br>As the foreskin was slowly pealed back, Ciel’s organ grow to its full size. The boy was well hung, and spoke of further growth in the future. The thick veiny organ trembled in the butler’s hand, almost trying to escape by simply trembling. “Oy.Oy… So you stoop down as low as this? Questioning your masters direct command?” He waited for the response before he closed his eyes again. At other times he would have reached his climax long ago, yet today he was scare shitless. The fact that someone held his member, a male even, a demon EVEN!. A male demon was fumbling around with his reproductive system. The boy was not sure if he should moan out of pleasure or tremble in fear. He let the butler continue this degrading act for a whole five minutes, finally stopping when the water started to lose its warmth. “I see you can follow an order when you are treated firmly. Shees, I don’t get why you hesitate over a cleaning instruction. I thought my soul would at least get me a half decent butler. Still.. “ He said as he stood up in the bathtub. <br><br>The boy was now standing fully erect in the tub, his groin around the same height of Sebastian’s head, since he was still kneeling. The throbbing manhood stood only inches away from Sebastian. For once, his butler did not look him in the eyes. “.. I think I should not be so strict towards you. You.. did listen for once. If half only half.” He remembered the way Sebastian acted when Ciel’s blood was spilled. The blood was like the fine wine of a soul, a taste for what was to come. Why not use it. He pressed his thumb behind his earlobe, using the jewelry to puncture the skin on his thumb. He showed the drop of blood to Sebastian, grinning as the man’s eyes were demonic red. “A treat.” He let the drop of blood drip down, falling on his erect member. The blood mixed in with the thick drops of pre-cum that was oozing out of his member. The once white substance was now slowly turning red, almost wine like. “I can reward a faithful servant. The waiting for my soul does not have to be so harsh like this, if you only do as I ask.” He slowly moved his hips closer to Sebastian, pressing the tip against the man’s lips. When he was satisfied with the amount he had left on the man’s lips, he climbed out of the bathtub.<br><br>“Dry me” He said normally, as if what happened before was perfectly normal.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 14:34:36</strong>
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				The demon did not look at Ciel as he'd spoken that question, his own voice sounding far more timid and hesitant than he would like. His master's reply shamed him, and he had continued the task of washing him, though it felt far more like he was giving him a rather awkward hand job. <br><br>When Ciel finally stopped him and stood up in the bath, the butler kept his head down, red eyes scanning the pristine tiles beneath his knees with some intensity. He was not looking for anything, but rather trying not to look at something. Ciel's large erect cock was mere inches from his face, and he'd found it to be quite the struggle not to keep his gaze transfixed on it as it bobbed before him. <br><br>The scent of Ciel's blood was strong for him, and he noticed it the second his master's finger was pricked. He looked up at him, finding the length nearly touching his nose already. The demon's cheeks flushed even darker and he made a slightly nervous sound somewhere between a grunt and a yelp, trying to look away again, but then Ciel began letting drops of his bright red blood fall onto the tip and Sebastian was transfixed by the beautiful red, unable to look away. <br><br>"A treat?" He looked up at his master with questioning eyes, he had never sought to take blood from him, and the degrading way that Ciel planned to deliver it to him could hardly be called a treat. He closed his eyes, his body cringing as the young Earl smeared the mixture of precum onto his lips, the feeling of the smooth head against his mouth making him want to flick out his tongue against it, but not daring to do so. <br><br>When Ciel stepped away from him, he let his tongue slip out, licking his dirty lips clean. A soft moan escaped him at the taste of his chosen one's mixed blood and cum, his eyes glowing a soft pink for a moment and the pupils turning into slits. His enjoyment was brief however, as he reminded himself of how Ciel had been treating him. It would not do for the demon to simply act grateful for this 'treat' like a kicked and desperate dog. <br><br>He got to his feet and took up a large fluffy towel, wrapping it around Ciel from behind and slipping his arms around him to dry his chest first. He then moved up to towel at the damp strands of hair on his head, wondering just what his master was thinking lately. Things were certainly changing between them, and he was uncertain whether to run away or simply accept it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 14:51:08</strong>
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				During the encounter Ciel behaved as he normally did. Finding it a drag to be treated like nobility, having one do everything for you. Yet Ciel knew it was expected of him. He felt the towel dry him off and he was quickly regaining heat. As Sebastian helped him in&nbsp; fresh clothing, his member strayed erect the entire time, making the putting on pants quite difficult. When Ciel was finally fully dressed, he moved out of the bathroom, expecting either Sebastian or another maid to clean it for him. He moved towards the library again as he continued a book he had lying around there. He felt proud and sad at the same time. He had prevented himself from climaxing yet he had secretly wanted to do it. Was he gay? No he was engaged to a healthy beautiful noble woman. Sebastian was just his servant, who had a duty to help his master in anyway. <br><br>The fact that Sebastian could outshine any woman made matters worse. At times he could be stronger than most men simply by looking, yet at times he appeared almost feminine in movement. The slender figure did not help.<br>&nbsp;He awaited the bell, announcing dinner, before he finally stood up. The book was still open on the same page.<br><br>He took his place at the head of the table, sitting quiet and noble. As usual Sebastian had cooked up a five star meal again fit for a king. He was in the middle of telling Ciel what it was and how it was spiced. During mid-sentence Ciel interrupted him. “Did you taste it?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 15:01:34</strong>
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				The demon had too acted completely normal as he dried and dressed Ciel, though his ruby eyes did occasionally linger on the thick erection, especially so as he tried to help force his master into his pants. The demon had then followed him out of the room only to head into the kitchen to begin his preparations of dinner. <br><br>He was finding it hard to focus on what he was doing, and at one point actually burnt some gravy and had to toss it out. Images of Ciel in various states of undress kept playing through his mind. He could still taste him in his mouth and his scent was fresh in his nose as if the young Nobleman's thick length were still pressed against his lips. He let himself shiver at the mental image, since he was alone and could feel a little bit more free than usual. <br><br>He spent the rest of his time cooking, trying to focus on every little detail so as not to burn anything else or mess anything up. He could not handle preparing unsuitable food for Ciel on top of all the other things that had happened between them today. When he was finished, he set the table as usual and prepared the food. He was giving his usual description of the night's meal when Ciel so suddenly interrupted him with that rather odd question. At first he thought that the young lord was asking if he'd tasted the food, but then it dawned on him what he meant. <br><br>The butler stopped with his hand up in the air as he had been gesturing to one of the dishes he was speaking of. His cheeks instantly felt heated, and he knew they were turning pink again. He brought his hands together, clasping them in front of him in an uncharacteristically nervous fashion. He looked off to the side, trying to avoid Ciel's eyes, those ebony bangs falling into his face and his heart pounding in his chest. Why did Ciel feel the need to constantly put him on the spot today? <br><br>"Um... that is.... I..." He stopped himself, realizing that he was stammering, which was not at all acceptable for a servant in the presence of his lord. "I did." He felt no need to elaborate any further unless the Earl should choose to provide him with more questions. He found the topic to be embarrassing and shameful. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 15:14:14</strong>
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				Ciel heard the words fumbling out of the demon’s mouth. I listened to each word carefully, weighing them in his mind. When the demon was done talking he simply said. “I see” Before continuing with his dinner. The diner was exquisite, again every little detail was perfect. Ciel ate to his heart’s content, having grown hungry after the long ride. When all was finished he simply stood up and walked away. He moved towards one of his other servants and gave her a sealed envelope, no words were exchanged. Ciel had gotten used to the perfect hearing Sebastian had at his disposal. He had to circumvent that, by giving her a sealed document, he would ensure secrecy. “Sebastian, follow” He said strictly as he made his way to the bedrooms. <br><br>He finished reading a paper and drinking the last of his tea while discussing the situation for tomorrow. “I expect you to be my eyes and ears at tomorrow’s masked ball. The viscount himself give wind to me of some disturbing things there.” He waited for his servant to reply before nodding. “I myself will be going as a Dutch duke. You yourself shall disguise yourself as a noble blood during the party. I have already arranged our costumes for tomorrows event. I take it you still have some dancing skill left in you?” He said playfully, knowing full well that Sebastian out danced him every day of the week.<br><br>He undressed himself with Sebastian’s help and Crawled underneath the blankets. Just as Sebastian made his way for the door, he spoke. “Sebastian.. Under no circumstance are you to try and find out what was written in that letter.” He rolled around and waved him off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 15:21:29</strong>
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				Sebastian watched curiously as Ciel ate, seeming to have no further questions on the matter. It was a relief not to be questioned in more detail since there were other servants present. <br><br>He blinked when Ciel handed the envelope to the maid without a word, motioning for him to follow. It was not often that Ciel entrusted anything to the other servants of his house. They were all terribly incompetent, so if he did, it meant that it was something he did not want the demon to see. Sebastian could not help but feel some measure of anxiety over this. Just what was his master up to?!<br><br>He followed him to the bedroom, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor as he so often did, trying to appear subservient and respectful in every motion. Usually if they went somewhere undercover, the butler disguised himself as some other kind of servant, so it was most suspicious that Ciel told him to disguise himself as a Noble. Still, he agreed to it, not wanting to question his master's motives after such a long and trying day. <br><br>The butler turned around and eyed him curiously as he spoke about the letter, giving a small shrug and bowing to him. "You did not give it to me, nor did you instruct me to look at it, so I will not. If you wish to keep something private from me, that is your right... though I do question your motives, my lord. You have been behaving most strangely towards me as of late. I might worry that you're planning to get rid of me..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 15:33:45</strong>
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				Getting rid of him? Ciel had actually smiled and chuckled when Sebastian left the room. The pact between him and the demon was his tool to get revenge, he did not want to lose that tool. Sleep soon caught him next. He awoke to the similar sound of Sebastian. The boy was half sleep drunk as Sebastian removed the covers. He had taken off his night shirt in his sleep, as it was too hot. When Sebastian pulled back the covers he found his master half exposed. <br>Ciel simply dragged himself out of bed as he took a sip of his morning tea. “Earl grey again?” He said it friendly, as he enjoyed this flavor. “I suspect you already made the horses and coach ready?” He did not wait for an answer, rarely ever did he have the drop on Sebastian, the man seemed to think three days ahead. The coach would carry no seal of his house, making his disguise as a Dutch nobleman perfect.<br><br>“After you help me in my costume, you can put on yours. I hope it fits. Remember it’s a masked ball, so you can pick one of my father or mother’s mask down in the cellars.” Ciel already choose his mask, a perfect blue mask that seemed to bring out his eyes even more. His outfit matched it, with blue silk embroidered with silver.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 15:39:58</strong>
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				Sebastian nodded in response to most of his questions. The coach and horses were indeed already prepared, and the tea was of course Earl Grey. There was no mistaking the scent. However, he was curious about his costume, and he wondered if that might have been what the envelope the day before had been about. <br><br>The demon got out the Earl's costume, the traditional blue and embroidered trim that would make Ciel stand out in a crowd, just as a Dutch Nobleman would. He laid out his pants for him first and bowed to him, unsure of what sort of mask he would be picking for himself. He'd need to see his own costume first, so he could pick one that matched it properly. <br><br>"Of course... though I will have to wait until you've shown me my outfit before I can choose a mask to suit it..." The demon trailed off, having an oddly forboding feeling in this moment. He wasn't sure why, but there seemed to be something rather mischievous in Ciel's nature this morning. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 15:53:47</strong>
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				Ciel nodded as Sebastian helped him with his boots. “Indeed, they must match” he watched as the laces were tied into an intricate knot. “I have placed the costume in the left cabinet.” Ciel said casually. He grinned as he watched the butler stand up and walk towards the cabinet. The way he walked was funny, he gave off a fibe of a man walking towards his doom. When the cabinet opened, a dark black dress was pulled out. It was tight fitting on the upper half, yet widening the further it went down. An embroidered dark black flower design was placed on the chest, covering the fact that Sebastian was flat there. The dress was exactly his size, no doubt Ciel had planned this months in advance. The only thing lacking was any undergarments.<br><br>“The ball is couples only. And I had little time to order a dress for my size. I am sure it will suit you perfectly.” Ciel smiled gently as he took a seat on one of his chairs. “Well try it on” He said slowly, almost casually. He made it sound like he was simply checking if his disguise was as he imagined it. All the laces on the back would make putting it on quite long. No doubt another reason why Ciel had chosen it. “I’ll stay here and give you a help. Or should I ask one of the staff?”&nbsp; Ciel grinned as he already new the answer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 16:07:42</strong>
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				The butler's eyes widened as he pulled open the cabinet to reveal the long black dress with matching stockings and and lacy highheeled shoes. If Ciel had been able to order this for his butler, then he could have just as easily ordered one for himself. However, now that Sebastian thought about it, if the Earl was found out somehow, and also found out to be crossdressing, then there would be a huge controversy. Therefore it stood to reason that if one of them had to do it, it should be the butler. Still, he wasn't sure he liked the idea one bit.<br><br>"You really took a lot of time to plan this, didn't you, my lord?" The butler fixed him with an accusing stare, then slowly began to undress, doing so more sensuously than was necessary for sure. He slowly slid each one of those white gloves off with his teeth, then slipped off his tailcoat, stepping out of his shoes and slipping his pants down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and tugged off his socks, leaving him in nothing but his underwear, white undershirt, and a tie. <br><br>Loosening the tie, he pulled it off over his head, then did the same with the soft undershirt, leaving all of his body exposed to his master, except for the parts hidden by the snug black underwear he wore. It would certainly be the most undressed the Earl had ever seen him. <br><br>His cheeks blushed in a rather feminine fashion as he looked to Ciel, then back to the dress. "Do you think they will be fooled into believing I am female?" It was a question that seemed to shame him just to ask it. Closing his eyes for a moment, the demon forced his hair to grow out, then took some lengths of black ribbon from a nearbye drawer and tied it up into two long pigtails that hung down over his shoulders. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 16:22:01</strong>
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				Ciel watch the events transpire in front of him. “Who knows, perhaps” He kept his expression cool as he waited for the servant to undo the tie and shirt, leaving him almost completely exposed. “The longer hair will certainly help. The darker nails will not draw attention to people if a female is wearing it, yet you will have the hide the sign on your left hand. Either let it fade for a while or cover it up with a glove.” Ciel waited for the response before casually commenting about some of the people inside, what to expect of the party and how to behave. The names of the nobleman were kept secret due to a masked ball, yet Ciel knew a few of them. “If someone corners you, simply act like you do not speak the language, unless confident that you can pull it off.” He paused for a second as he realized that Sebastian was pulling the dress on while wearing his undergarment. “That has to go” He said it like it was a command, forcing the demon to obey.<br><br>After a good half hour, the torture was finally over. Ciel had gotten his looks (multiple) and had decided the Demon was embarrassed enough. “Here” He said as he gave Sebastian a small leather strap and a gun. “They won’t search ladies of the court. Hide this on your left thigh.” He then left the room and made his way to the carriage. Equipped with a new black cane, he readied his mind for the ball.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 16:36:54</strong>
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				Sebastian had found the entire experience to be terribly undignified. He was now forced into the dress, laced up tightly, and not even allowed to wear underwear. He worried about some stranger at the ball trying to slide their hand up his skirt only to discover he was not female. The thought alone was enough to make him blush deeply, he would have to be sure to stay close by Ciel so that his master could keep other men away by making it clear who the 'lady' belonged to. <br><br>The long stockings went all the way up to his thighs, hiding all of his legs beneath the thin veil of black. His slender body and soft skin would certainly not make anyone think he was male. So he would simply have to worry about his face and his voice. Though his lips were soft and pleasing to the eye, and the other half of his face would be covered by the mask he had chosen. It was lacy and black, with roses around the edges. It match his dress perfectly. <br><br>He put some dark red lipstick on his lips to make them look more feminine, then peered at himself in the mirror, wondering if Ciel had been plotting with the other servants to do this to him for a long while. He had obviously borrowed or purchased some makeup just for the occasion, so Sebastian made use of it, powdering his nose and putting blush on his cheeks. Some slight padding in the front of the dress made his chest look more prominent than it was, adding to his overall feminine look.<br><br>Looking in the mirror was very unsettling. The long dark locks of hair, the pink cheeks and red lips, with ruby eyes barely visible through the lacy black mask. There wasn't even the smallest thing to hint that he was male. The back of the dress was open to reveal the perfectly pale skin of his soft upper back and round shoulders. He felt positively shamed, but if this was what Ciel ordered of him, then he would simply have to bare it. <br><br>He took the pistol and tied it to his inner thigh, having to hike up his dress to do so. He then calmly walked out of the room and downstairs, trying to ignore the shocked looks of all the other servants as he hurried outside and climbed into the carriage to take his place beside Ciel. He had also put on a pair of long black gloves that went up to his elbows to hide the sign of his contract as the Earl had instructed. He wondered if his master would approve of the overall look, now that he had on the makeup and the mask, but the thought of asking him, made the butler blush and turn away to stare out the window. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 16:54:36</strong>
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				The carriage ride was.. fun to say the least. Ciel kept eying his servant for head to toe, sighing whenever he stared back. Sometimes he acted like he was disappointed by the disguise, other times he stared lewdly. When the due arrived at the small palace like mansion, Ciel stepped outside the carriage offering his hand to his ‘lady’. He grinned as she stepped outside. Compared to most of the noblemen’s wife’s his was quite stunning. The walked towards the entrance when the man at the door halted them.<br><br>“A the Duke’s son of Groningen and his fiancé. I am so glad you could make it.” He made an elegant bow as he accepted the papers from Ciel. Ciel disguised his voice as he suddenly spoke in fluent Dutch. “Het is een eer om hier aanwezig te mogen zijn.” (an honor for the invite). The due stepped inside and were greeted with quite a sight. Hundreds of people were here today. Half of them were dancing, the other half were drinking. A lot of side passages led to the more… secluded parts of the mansion, were treaties were forged or other… things sampled. Most likely the men they needed to investigate were there.<br><br>Ciel paused his stride as he made an elegant bow. “Does my lady need some refreshments?” He stared at her and winked his right eye twice, indicating the target was on the right side of him. “I am heard the wine here is quite a prized target.” He slowly snapped his finger until a servant came with their drinks. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 17:06:32</strong>
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				Sebastian could almost feel eyes on him as they entered the mansion. Needless to say he was deeply embarrassed, but he kept it to himself, taking Ciel's hand and following him quietly like a good Noble lady would. He watched carefully for Ciel's signals and nodded every so slightly in understanding. It was rather remarkable how feminine and elegant the demon looked in his disguise, so much so that he was drawing the eye of many a man, much to the displeasure of their own ladies. <br><br>He curtsied elegantly to Ciel at the question, speaking in a surprisingly feminine and polite tone. "Yes, my lord. I would sample the wine if you will permit me." It was not uncommon for a lady to refer to her male partner as 'my lord' if he was of Noble blood, so this would not seem out of place at all. The butler seemed to slip into the role of a subservient Nobleman's wife-to-be quite easily, though mentally he was still struggling with the fear of his disguise being ineffective. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 17:19:34</strong>
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				The due sampled the wine for a short whole before continuing on. The further they went in the mansion the more apparent it became what kind of filth went here. More than once they had passed a room where moans and screams came from. At first Ciel though someone was being hurt, yet when he peered inside he quickly closed it again. In his defense, she was getting hurt a little. The roamed passed opium dealers and cutthroats, finally standing in front of a second gate. A man eyed them carefully, more than once checking Ciel’s ‘wife’ before agreeing the let them inside. <br><br>Once inside Ciel’s jaw dropped. It was the same sized ballroom as up above, yet this was filled with exotic dancers, caged tigers, and couples having their way on sofa’s and pillows scattered around here and there. Stepping through the gate was like abandoning one’s morality. Eyes quickly fell on them, eyeing them carefully for a while. “What.. the hell” Ciel whispered as he stared at the demon. “To think that sush a cesspool exists on her majesties soil”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 17:29:31</strong>
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				Sebastian simply blushed and turned to hide his face in Ciel's shoulder, a gesture that would be very typical for a lovely shy lady on her first time visiting a place like this, but it was certainly not something The Earl would have expected from his butler. Truthfully, the demon was deeply embarrassed, it was exactly this sort of place that could lead to his gender being discovered. He would have to be extra wary of curious hands here, and he leaned in close to Ciel, clinging to his arm. <br><br>He whispered softly into his master's ear, his tone remaining feminine and polite even now. "I understand your feelings, my lord. Though I'm not sure that this place is that bad... aren't these just couples of adults willingly exploring each other's bodies?" He looked around for any sign of anyone being forced or anything particularly gruesome going on, wondering if there was more to this place than meets the eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 17:46:07</strong>
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				“Hmm” He said as he ran a finger alongside Sebastian’s cheek, as he pretended to please his lady. “I guess.. but.. hmm.&nbsp; I’ll try to blend in” He toured the place with his ‘wife’ Sebastian clinging to him when a man came to close. Eventually they settled in a darker corner in the south wing. They were on the second floor so they could spot the targets. “You keep an eye out on the people down there, I’ll try and keep our cover here” He whispered as he flung an arm around his waist, when two men walked by them. A couple a few meters away from him were already lost in lewd behavior, undressing themselves. “Filthy” He muttered while he watched Sebastian. “Found them?” he asked slowly, not aware how little time they had spent here yet.<br><br>When Sebastian told him what he had seen, Ciel sighed. They would have to spend a bit longer here, scouting things out. Meanwhile the couple nearby began eying him suspiciously. The only decent person here is suspecius? Ciel thought as he moved his hands down his ‘wife’s’ dress. On the back he found the familiar stitch. A bit of a fumbling and he could slip his hand through the back of his dress. “Relax, Checking for the gun.” He said as he pressed his hands further inside. He digits touched naked warm flesh, stopping him in his track. Sebastian actually had a surprisingly soft behind, a trait that was well hidden underneath his normal butler outfit. He shook that thought from his mind as he slid his arm further inside, forcing his hands to crawl from his behind towards his thighs. When he felt&nbsp; his index finger slowly brush over the man’s rectum, he thought he felt a shiver. He hands clutched the pistol on the man’s thigh and sighed. “Still there”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 18:00:38</strong>
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				The demon's eyes widened when Ciel slipped his hand inside his dress, looking over at him with an expression that was a mix of fear and embarrassment. As his master's fingers brushed his backside, he trembled and leaned closer against him, his gaze fixed on the floor as he was too shamed by all the eyes on him to meet any of the looks from the strangers. <br><br>When his master's fingers brushed across his tight pucker, he shivered and bit back a cry that nearly escaped him, instead moaning in a breathless and feminine manner against Ciel's neck. He leaned closer against his lord as his arm slipped in even further, finding the gun on his inner thigh, the back of the Earl's hand brushing lightly against his dangling sack and making him quiver. Was this why he'd insisted that the butler not wear underwear? <br><br>He laid his head on the Earl's shoulder and closed his eyes, whimpering softly against him, as if he were worried Ciel might just strip him off naked and take him in front of all these people. "M...master... please be gentle down there..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 18:12:58</strong>
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				Ciel stopped checking for the gun. ‘be gentle down there?’ he was just checking on his gun, what did he think he was going to do? Hearing the soft moan and feeling his trembles spoke volumes of what he thought. The demon was going to take his soul when he was done, yet he was tumbling from a little touch? Ciel grinned as figured he found a real advantage he held over his demon servant.<br>His index finger slowly began tracing up and downwards, teasing the skin. Each movement brought him closer to the servant’s rectum or scrotum.&nbsp; “I was actually searching for the gun.. but seeing as you WANT me to be gentle down there, I shall do as you ask” He grinned as he slowly took hold of the creatures phallus.<br><br>It was surprisingly humanoid yet felt more flexible than a normal member. The scrotum was also a bit smaller than that of a human, yet it felt firmer. He slowly began to fumble the balls in the palm of his hand, playing with them. “they feel like pebbles” Ciel whispered in the servant’s ears. More and more did he tease the demon, slowly tugging on its foreskin and pulling it back. Finally Ciel had enough, as he moved his hand out of the dress. He could feel the body of his servant ease up. Ciel grinned as he stuck his index and middle finger inside his mouth and wetting it. “I’ll be gentle… perhaps” He whispered as he forced his ‘wife’ back in position. He fumbled his way back inside the dress and found the tight little hole. Slowly he began to make a circle motion along the edges, wetting the entrance.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 18:26:26</strong>
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				The butler's eyes widened as Ciel stroked and fondled him, handling him gently enough, but the touches were so sexual that it had him blushing deeply while still clinging to his master. His moans were growing more pleading as the Earl stroked his length beneath the dress, the slightly mocking tone in which he spoke to him making him tremble and hide his face against Ciel's neck. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and the building sensitivity to Ciel's touches was becoming unbearable. He was finding it difficult to keep his sounds quiet, and wondered now if his master was doing this to him on purpose to better blend in with the crowd. <br><br>The demon began to tremble much more noticeably as Ciel said that he might be gentle, forcing his hand back inside of the dress and finding that tight ring of muscle once again. Sebastian whimpered and whined as he made circles around it, the sensitive skin cringing and quivering from his master's touch. His moans had grown loud enough now to draw many appreciative stares from the room filled with perverts. It was clear that Ciel no longer seemed out of place, as he forced such sounds from the delicate, blushing 'lady' on his arm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 18:40:14</strong>
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				Ciel steered Sebastian too the ledge of the balcony. Letting him lean over it. The entire floor below could now see a lady leaning over the edge with blushing red cheeks. The slow prodding of the rectum had begun. Ciel slowly began teasing the muscles, forcing it to respond to his touches. Slowly but surely he let the tip of his index finger slip inside. The tightness was overwhelming. He had read about how tight an rectum should be, yet this tightness was too much. A finger should be able to slip inside without too much resistance. His servant however was unbelievably tight, his kin obviously not made for these kinds of intrusions. Made sense though, who would dare anally molest a demon?<br><br>More and more of his finger slid inside, until finally his index finger was completely inside. Ciel found it amazing, as he wiggled his finger from left to right. The tightness and warmth was overwhelming, as Ciel began exploring every crevice inside. The rectum was quite hollow, no doubt a demon had no reproductive system. It felt so clean and tight in there. Slowly Ciel began sliding his index finger inside and outside, making sure he took his sweet ass time. The servant would feel every second an inch slide either in or out of him. “So…. How did it taste yesterday?” He whispered in the man’s ears. When he finished he slowly bit the man’s earlobe playfully. Just as he was about to respond, Ciel Slammed his finger inside. Faster and faster he went, sliding in and out of him. Ciel himself was quite surprised of his newfound stamina. He himself was breathing harder and harder. The man on his left was giving him the secret man wink, containing the ‘you go man! Rip that bitch up’&nbsp; code. <br>“How did I taste?.. How did your master taste” Ciel whispered again and again, as he picked up the speed even more. He made sure his digit rubbed against every bump, lump and ridge inside the servant. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 19:03:35</strong>
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				Sebastian gripped the railing of the balcony with such force that his knuckles were turning white. In his newfound position he was forced to look down at all the people beneath him, several of which were staring up at him as if they were enjoying quite a pleasant show. He bit his bottom lip nervously and closed his eyes, trying to avoid their gazes.<br><br>What little dignity he might have had left was quickly forgotten when Ciel suddenly forced his finger into the demon's tight body, making him cringe and cry out loudly for all to hear. It was a high-pitched strangled moan followed by a torrent of little groans and desperate whimpers as his master mercilessly worked his finger in and out of the demon's unprepared body. <br><br>He was thankful that his dress hung down in front, obscuring the non ladylike parts from view, Ciel's body blocking anything anyone would see from behind, except for perhaps his pale, soft, rear. Why was his master doing this to him? In front of so many strangers? If he had wanted to violate him in such a way, couldn't he have just done so in the privacy of the manor? <br><br>His body was terribly sensitive to even the smallest invasion, every movement of his master's finger sending waves of pain and pleasure through him, making him shake, having trouble just supporting his own weight. "My lord... please..." His voice still had that feminine breathy quality, the butler still unwilling to do anything to blow his cover, even in this situation. <br><br>When Ciel leaned forward to nip his ear, he cried out softly and trembled in his master's grasp. His chest was quivering and his shoulders trembling, the questions that Ciel asked making his blush grow even deeper. <br><br>As he opened his mouth to answer, his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden violent thrust. It was amazing how brutal his master could be with just one finger, and the demon's delicate body was painfully stretched around him, the smallest traces of his own blood beginning to coat the roughly invading digit. Tears began to slip down the butler's cheeks, hidden mostly by his mask as they dripped off of his chin to the ground below, he could no longer hide his desperation. The sounds Ciel was tearing from him were growing louder and more embarrassing by the moment. <br><br>"Please, my lord... don't... please don't hurt me..." He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as the realization hit him that he'd never begged a human not to hurt him before. His voice was suddenly quiet, the sound of repressed sobs buried deep within his tone. "You tasted wonderful, like one who could control me... like one who would hurt me..." He trailed off, his grip on the railing growing even tighter as he fought to breath just enough to speak. "Your taste is cruel, powerful... like a wild predator but warm like a summer day..." It was the best the demon could do to put the flavor into terms that a human might understand. Under the strain of his current situation, it was not easy to form thoughts in the first place, let alone put them into such words. "Master... please forgive me. Forgive me for whatever I did to make you shame me so... I beg you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 19:20:50</strong>
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				Ciel grinned as he felt the demon breaking down. Control you? Ciel began to plot and sceme as fast as he could in this situation. Using his free hand, he grabbed the glass of champagne that was neighbey. He removed his digit from the servants little hole as he dipped it in the alcohol. He was surprised at how clean his fingers were. He slowly slid both hands through the small opening in the back of her dress. “There is only one way this is going to end.” He nibbled again at the earlobe as he grinned, he was already grinning for what lay ahead.&nbsp; “The only way this suffering will end, is when you cum like the dirty little slut you are.”<br><br>He did not wait for a reply, as he shoved the alcohol covered index and middle fingers inside the demonic love hole. The alcohol was biting in the small wounds made earlier. While Ciel manouverd his other hand towards the front. Still carrying the glass of champagne, he slowly slid the erect phallus of the demon inside the cool fluid. The member now fully submerged in the champagne would have a cooling effect. Using his index finger and thumb, he began to stroke the demon, while plunging his member inside and outside the glass of champagne. “Cum.. Your master, Ciel Phantomhive commands you to cum as hard as you can” Faster and faster he began stroking him, while his fingers began to slide in and out of his rectum. The&nbsp; pain, the pleasure, the coldness.. all these sensations would pillage the demon.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 19:40:09</strong>
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				The demon whined loudly when champagne coated fingers slipped inside of his tight body, the alcohol stinging terribly in all the little tears the Earl had already made. The addition of a second finger so suddenly and roughly served only to tear him more, spilling still more of his blood and opening new injuries for the burning alcohol to sink into. Sebastian was quivering now, his need to escape this torment, overridden by his inability to defy his master. He had never expected this from Ciel Phantomhive. <br><br>The butler whimpered pathetically when Ciel slipped the full glass around front, sinking his length and balls into the glass. They fit snugly enough for it to provide friction while soaking his delicate bits in the alcohol, which also provided a cold tingling sensation, one he was not sure was pleasant. Then again, he was fairly certain that none of this was meant to be pleasant. Ciel had decided to put him in his place, a place far lower than the demon had even imagined as his own. <br><br>A dirty slut? Was that really how his master thought of him, after years of faithful service and following his every order? The cruelty of the harsh reality of this situation seemed to bite into him, clawing away what was left of his resolve. "As you wish, my lord." <br><br>He braced himself against the violent onslaught of his master's fingers and the cold glass against his aching length, slowly beginning to find the pleasure in being so violated by his master. He had perhaps had thoughts in the past about being with the Earl, though certainly not under these circumstances. <br><br>After a few more moments of his master's violent actions, the demon felt the pleasure building into a climax. He bit his bottom lip so hard that he split the skin as his finish was suddenly upon him. He cried out loudly for the crowd to hear, his body trembling and aching from the force of it as his aching length spilled his seed into the glass of cold champagne. Was this really what Ciel wanted from him? <br><br>His grip on the railing faltered, and he collapsed against it, his chest connecting hard enough with the wood to knock the breath out of him. Tears were streaming down his cheeks now, and he hid his face in his arms, not wanting his lord to see him like this, so pathetic. "I did as you asked, please... please stop. I... don't like to be watched like this... please master. Please take me somewhere that we can be alone..." His body was quivering with his sobs now, his voice even more feminine than it had been before as he leaned dangerously against the railing, almost as if he might topple over it into the crowd. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 20:19:25</strong>
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				Ciel let Sebastian slowly sink down on the ground, resting his back against the wall. He slowly moved down on his knee as he eyed the demon. Ciel had memorized every word, every moan. He looked Sebastian in the eye as he grinned. He had a dangerous sparkle in his eye,&nbsp; as if he knew something that Sebastian did not. “I take it you will recover within minutes?” He again did not wait for him to explain himself as he placed his left thumb and index finger on Sebastian’s cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He lifted his right hand to show the cum filled champagne glass. Almost half of it was cum milked from the demon. Ciel held it close to his face, making sure he realized just how much Ciel had forced out of him. “I could make you drink it if I wanted to. Make you savor each drop, taste it over and over again.” He sighed as he stood up, standing taller than he ever did. He threw the glass in the corner as he stared at the demon.<br><br>“You made a pack with me for my soul, in exchange you would do as I asked and when I asked. If you already beg me for mercy for something simple like this, I will make you regret ever making this deal. You will come to realize that the soul of Ciel Phantomhive comes at a very steep price” <br><br>He waited a moment for the message to sink in before he dragged Sebastian on his feet, guiding him to one of the vacant rooms. The room had a small servants bed and two empty chairs. He let his servant sit on the bed while he himself took one of the chairs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 20:30:12</strong>
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				The demon trembled in his grasp as his mouth was forced open, the sight of the champagne glass filled with the mixture of red liquid and his cum making him shudder. He would drink it if Ciel forced him to, and he was fully prepared to do so when his master suddenly straightened up and tossed the glass into the corner, shattering it. <br><br>Sebastian cringed at Ciel's words, beginning to suspect that bringing him to this party had just been a cover for the things his master had planned to do to him tonight. Getting him to dress up as a female and dragging him out into a public place... he wondered if they even were really on a case at all. <br><br>He let his master drag him to his feet by his wrist, following him obediently into one of the vacant rooms where the door was shut and locked behind them. He immediately sat down on the bed, his silky black dress clinging tightly to his slender form as he peered at Ciel through the elegant mask. "Master... did you bring me to this place tonight, just to do this to me? Was it your intention from the start to shame me in front of strangers?" The butler knew it was out of line for him to even question his master, but he really needed to know if they really had a case to work here or not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 20:55:11</strong>
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				Ciel sighed as he sat down. “There is a case here. Two opium sellers have caused thirteen deaths in a month time, selling dangerous opium. It was rumored their base of operation was here. I have already identified one of them. Lau will help me find the last one when I give him the description of the first one.” He said it plainly as if all events before had been necessary for them to gain this information.<br><br>“The fact that it did what I did today is to establish position. Too often you think of yourself as a demon and me a human. I am the master and you the servant. Until I gain my revenge you will act like a servant first and a demon last.” Ciel cocked his head to the right as he peered out of the window, his blue eyes scanning the cloud lines. “If you had listened and behaved like a servant, Madam red might still be alive” He stared at his servant and stared at him without emotion. “Because you did not act as a servant first, My kin of my blood died.” <br>He sighed slowly before facing Sebastian again. “That is my fault and my responsibly. It is my fault I had not trained you properly before that event transpired. A fault I am rectifying now.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 21:17:46</strong>
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				Sebastian frowned at Ciel, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, his butt sore from the previous brutality of his master. He had never thought of himself as a demon before a servant, but as simply a demon and a butler. Perhaps thinking of the two things equally was not what his master wanted. <br><br>He laid over onto his side on the bed, his hands clasped around his bare shoulders, the chill of the room seeming to sink into his skin more so than it normally would. He felt oddly drained and nervous, as if he expected Ciel to snap at any moment and begin ravaging his body again. He had not even suspected the young Earl of being capable of treating him in such a way, and to think that this had really been brought on by Madame Red's death? Ciel had seemed so emotionless about it at the time. <br><br>"It was Grell who killed her, my lord. You gave me no order to save her... the only order you gave me that night was to kill her and Grell, despite her being your own blood. You only told me not to kill her when she hesitated in killing you... Why did you wait so long to tell me that you were displeased with my performance that night? You seemed so terribly cold about it all, as if you had no care for her at all..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 21:33:17</strong>
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				Ciel snapped. “I gave an order to kill them both!. When I withdrew my order to kill Madam Red, you were still instructed to kill Grell. The fact that you did not kill Grell led to the death of Madam Red!.” He sank down in the chair as he stared at his servant, his eyes sharp yet lonely. “Madam red betrayed me, and I will not shed a tear about her death. Yet you also betrayed me that night. In one night all I held dear to me betrayed me so suddenly. “ A tear ran from underneath the patch on his right eye. “I am like this, because I have nothing left. I can’t trust anyone unless I control them.” He leant backwards as he pulled up his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs. “I… “ He paused again as he looked outside, his gaze fixed on the slowly moving clouds.&nbsp; “I want to go home..&nbsp; Sebastian.. Take me home”
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 21:44:17</strong>
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				The demon blinked at him, stunned by this admission. Had he truly betrayed Ciel that night, he had been going to kill Grell, but had found himself unable to due to Will's intervention. If he had killed both shinigami then he would have put Ciel and himself in danger. To kill one such as Will would have resulted in the entire shinigami army being dispatched to deal with him. That was something he knew he couldn't overcome. <br><br>He got up from the bed and went over to his master, getting down on one knee and bowing his head. "I never intended to betray you, my lord. I did not defy your orders, but your life is more important to me than anything. If I had killed Grell, I would have had to kill Will to do it... and killing two shinigami would have had us swarmed by them in minutes. I may be able to handle one or two of them, but I could not handle an entire army... Forgive me for my weakness." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 22:18:29</strong>
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				“Is my soul worth that little?” Ciel barked as he slapped Sebastian on the cheek. The red handprint was visible on the man’s face, now that his mask was slapped off. “I sacrifice my soul for revenge, for servitude, yet you can’t even do that?” Ciel’s breathing became faster and faster. ‘What use are you?” He grabbed Sebastian by the hairs as he pulled him towards the table. He pressed his form on the table as he pinned him down. “Look at it” Yelled as he pointed at the mirror in front of the desk. “what use are you to me?. Your broken.. a piece that will not move when I want it to.. a piece made for nothing but to be broken”<br><br>He slapped Sebastian hard on his bare flesh, as he lifted the dress. “Useless.. useless.. useless” Each word was met with an increasingly harder slap on the behind. “You can’t even stop one enemy and you beg me to stop molesting you? I thought you were a hell spawned creature.. a thing that knew no equal..&nbsp; Pathetic” He used his left hands to tightly grasp Sebastian’s scrotum, making sure he felt it.. hard.&nbsp; His other hand went to his clothing, undoing the front so his thick veiny member popped outside. A few strokes was all that took him to get his member rock hard. <br><br>Footsteps were heard outside as servant knocked on the door. “Enter” Ciel barked. Two young servant girls entered as Ciel instructed. Eying the champagne and wine bottles they were carrying, he started grinning. “hand me that, and take a seat there. Do not move, else I will have your master flog you.” <br><br>Within seconds he had covered his entire shaft in alcohol, and placing the tip against his ‘wife’s hole. “You hate it when people watch right?” He said while grinning. Slowly he began to slide the thick shaft inside, stopping just when the top of is thick member was inside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 22:45:54</strong>
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				The slap was forceful enough to snap his head sideways, sending his mask toppling to the floor. He reached up to touch his cheek where the harsh red handprint was starting to form, a dark bruise would surely take its place within a few hours, the first really visible sign of his master's abuse, but there would be many more to come. <br><br>The tight grip on his hair made him cringe and whimper as he was yanked over to the table, forced onto his chest and pinned there mercilessly by the enraged young Earl. The demon could not understand why this was happening, had that one failure truly meant so much to Ciel? If it had, why had he hidden it for so long? Sebastian suspected that it really wasn't that at all, it was something else entirely. It was lust and cruelty, the young Nobleman starting to get off on the power he held over the demon, wanting to prove his place to him as beneath him, worthless and broken. He was simply using the old failure as an excuse for his actions. <br><br>He looked at his reflection as he'd been ordered to, the long hair and elegant dress seeming so unfamiliar to him. One of his long pigtails had come untied allowing the dark hair to hide one side of his face, leaving the cheek that had been slapped exposed. The dark red mark there served as a further reminder of Ciel's anger and he hung his head, unable to stare at his pathetic reflection any longer. <br><br>The butler cringed as Ciel spanked him with increasing ferocity, leaving red handprints on that perfectly pale flesh. Those too would turn into bruises with time, and the demon found himself yelping each time the hand was brought down on him so roughly. The tight grip on his sack was even worse, bringing with it a deep pulsing throb that made him feel weak and truly at a disadvantage. Why was he letting this happen? <br><br>The knock on the door made the demon's eyes go wide and he looked back over his shoulder at the two maids as they entered, wishing that Ciel would just let his shame be in private. It was bad enough the way he was speaking to him and treating him, the way he seemed to despise him, but did he really have to do him the disservice of doing so in front of total strangers? <br><br>Even as brutal as Ciel was being, the demon could have accepted his punishment, if he just hadn't insisted on making him endure it in front of people. What was worse was that the Earl knew how badly it bothered him, and he was intentionally using that against him. Why did he seek to hurt him so? Was he really just wanting to put him in his place and train him properly? It seemed far more sinister than that, as if the human believed he could make him forget his demonic nature entirely. Was he perhaps hoping to save his own soul by enslaving the demon?<br><br>He was shaken from his thoughts as Ciel suddenly forced the thick head of his cock into his tight body, the alcohol adding enough lubrication to weaken his resistance, making it pop past the tight ring of muscle with surprising force. The sudden penetration was bruising and his sensitive flesh was stretched well beyond its limits, skin tearing and spilling his blood in streams down the back of his pale thighs and into his stockings. <br><br>His gloved hands dug into the tabletop, the soft velvety black material preventing him from truly being able to grip it. He opened his mouth, gasping and struggling, a silent scream escaping him at first, that soon gained volume the room filled with the sound of his cries. Ciel's cock was far thicker than just the two fingers had been, and the alcohol that he'd so cruelly used for lube quickly soaked into the bloodied torn flesh, making the demon writhe pathetically beneath him, forcing his eyes shut and crying against the table. Even in his agony and shame, he offered no real struggles, and he did not try to pull away from his master, no matter how cruel and brutal he was being.<br><br>Truthfully, he already worshiped Ciel Phantomhive... it was a pity that the human did not understand that and would take such harsh advantage of the only competent servant he had. "Ayaaa... master... please... please send them away. I don't want anyone to see me like this... not anyone but you. It is something only you should know... because only you can do this to me..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>26-09-2011, 23:27:23</strong>
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				Ciel had enough of all of this. He bit the cord of his silk shirt, untying the cords. He let his vest fall of his shoulders as he slowly got used to the sensation of being inside the demon. Again he was met with such a warm temperature, if felt like he was entering hell and paradise at the same time.<br><br>Pausing to collect his thoughts for a moment, he stared at the scene below him. Sebastian really could have been a slutty little wife if one looked at him like that, yet Ciel knew better. He knew the dark haired demon who could rip people in half with his bare hands. Grinning he began to work.<br><br>At first he kept is pace slow, purely for his own sake. He did not want to blow his load within seconds of entering the demon. People were watching after all, he had to put on a good show. Slowly he nudged another inch inside of the demon, then quickly pulling two inches inside. Then he slid an inch inside, a second later the other inch. Again and again he did this until he was satisfied with himself. It would be hard, but he could keep himself from blowing his load. <br><br>Ciel suddenly realized that he was popping his cherry by means of a demon. Grinning he slowly began to move faster. He kept a hold of the demon’s cock and balls. This prevented the servants from noticing he was male and kept Sebastian in a constant state of wiggling. Each time Sebastian trembled, he thought he would explode deep within him. At a steady pace he began to ravish the servant like a Viking warrior did with his captured wenches.<br><br>Slowly he could feel his pre-cum leaking out, disappearing inside the emptiness in Sebastian. What was inside the man? Where would his Cum go to?&nbsp; So many questions popped up in his mind right then, yet all were insignificant compared to one thing. Do I&nbsp; come inside or outside?<br>The young boy had only inserted a fourth of his actual length inside the demon, yet it was more than enough.<br><br>“I order you.. watch your reflection until I finally stop moving inside of you” Ciel said between pants. His cock was twitching like crazy while he groaned. “Close… so close…” The sensitive head kept twitching out control as he moved the tip of his cock inside the tight demonic hole. He loved the fact that he was stretching the demon up, loving it in fact. Moving close enough so Sebastian could hear, he began to whisper. “I am going to fill you up Sebastian… Fill you up so much… “<br><br>“Almost!.. Almost there” He moaned as he dug his nails in the Demon’s behind.&nbsp; Suddently he went completely still while his cock swelled up. It all seemed to last hours, before finally Ciel came. Like a volcano erupting, he exploded inside of him. Wave after wave of thick young fertile seed shot down from his cock inside the unwilling hole of his servant. “Look at yourself” He said again as he began moving a again, increasing his pleasure tenfold.. Moaning Ciel finally felt his kneels buckling…&nbsp; “Sebastian” He said.. not caring if the girls noticed.&nbsp; &nbsp;“I command you… don’t spill a drop.. Keep it inside of you until tomorrow” He grinned as he knew it was all but impossible. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 18:02:31</strong>
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				Sebastian seemed to give up on convincing Ciel to send the two servants away. It was no use, the Earl would not listen to him. The demon was beginning to lose hope that there was any chance of salvaging things between them. His master had overstepped the boundary by far too much for there to be any going back now. If things did not change, the demon would simply withdraw the contract and vanish in the middle of the night, never to grant Ciel his revenge, and never to take his soul.<br><br>He continued to moan out his pain as Ciel began to fuck him, the thrusts slowly growing rougher and more brutal. His body was terribly sensitive to such invasions and it had been a very long time since anyone had taken him like this. It was as if his master truly cared nothing at all for him, but then again, Ciel Phantomhive had always been a cold and cruel man. <br><br>The order made the demon growl softly, but still he followed it, raising his head to stare at the reflection that was so feminine and weak. It was unfamiliar to him, and unwanted. The tears that streamed down his face, smearing his makeup, the long hair that hung down to brush the table, the elegant black dress and gloves, all of them served only to remind him of his inability to defend himself. Following the orders of a human master without question, just for the sake of a meal he had already waited years for, seemed truly pathetic now. <br><br>The butler trembled as Ciel leaned in close enough to whisper those things in his ear, wishing such things could happen between them under different circumstances. It seemed as if his master was being cruel to him just because he knew he could get away with it. Was Ciel truly so petty? <br><br>The demon whimpered at the last few brutal thrusts, when his master finally came and filled his body with that hot sticky seed, which mixed with his blood to coat his insides. Truthfully, when taking a human form, the demon's body was not that much different from a human's. He was not hollow inside, and he had normal functioning organs for the most part, even though he did not require food or safe temperatures like people did. This made the last order that Ciel gave him a particularly cruel one. <br><br>Sebastian did not find a finish from what Ciel was doing to him now, he had not ordered him to do so, and the presence of strangers in the room seemed to keep him from finding any pleasure from the act. He was being punished and brutalized. It was unlikely that his master had even intended for the servant to enjoy himself, quite the opposite it seemed. <br><br>He closed his eyes and tightened his inner muscles, trying to hold in every drop of the fluid that filled his body, but keeping it inside would not be possible once Ciel withdrew his length from him. The tight ring of muscle was torn and bleeding and would certainly not serve to hold in every drop as he'd been instructed. This now left him faced with an order that was simply not possible to follow, another failure that his master was sure to take sadistic glee in punishing him for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 19:50:12</strong>
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				Ciel grinned as he watched the aftermath, yet he knew he had pushed things a bit too far. Sebastian was probably on the brink of breaking. It pained Ciel to admit it, but he needed the demon. “Stand up Sebastian” Ciel said strictly as he eyed the two servant. “Speak not a word of what happened here tonight, or you shall face the Dutch inquisition.” The girls went even paler in the face, assuring the nobleman that they would forget this had ever happened. A quick bow and they were off, almost running each other over. Ciel stood before the mirror and redid his clothing, making sure his clothing was once again properly in place. “You can walk?” He spoke casually, waiting for the demon to answer. Picking up the mask, he handed it to the demon. “We have no reason to stay here anymore”<br><br>Ciel gave the demon enough time to get dressed and get used to standing again. He did not look at the man, as he simply toyed around with the blue diamond on his digit. “I wonder if Lau can find the second male..” He muttered, his mind was beginning to go into think mode again, which meant he usually ignored everyone around him. They left the mansion together and stepped in the coach, Ciel not even offering his ‘lady’ a hand this time. The drive back home was… tedious and boring. Ciel kept tapping his cane against the wooden doorframe while staring outside.<br>“We will be arriving at the mansion an ten minutes” Ciel said, still staring outside. “Underneath your seat is a fresh change of clothing. Pick whatever you want to wear”&nbsp; He spoke as if it did not really matter to him. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 20:06:14</strong>
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				The demon had not had too much difficulty standing. Even though the pain was rather severe. He could have simply healed himself, but he would not do so without his master's permission, and that had not been given. <br><br>Covering his face again with the mask, he held his hand over his bruised cheek as they left, struggling to keep his muscles tight to hold in his master's seed as he had been instructed to do, though he could feel some blood making its way down his legs and into his stockings. Thankfully the black color of the material hid it from view, so no one noticed it as he was escorted through the crowd. <br><br>The way Ciel didn't even look at him in the carriage was very unnerving, and the demon found himself staring out of the window as if wishing he could simply be out there instead of in here. The butler was nervous and on edge, given what had happened, things would not be going back to normal between him and his master, and he wondered if he would ever be even comfortable in the Earl's presence again. His dignity had been shattered and his trust permanently broken. <br><br>He flinched when Ciel spoke and hastily nodded to him, turning to look out the window again. Was he expected to strip and change here in front of his master? Would Ciel inspect him to see if he had spilled a drop yet? He knew that he had, the seat of his dress was growing damp and sticky. Perhaps it was only blood? He really hoped so, he was trying very hard not to fail his master in yet another order. "Do you wish for me to change now, my lord?" The demon's voice had gone back to sounding male again, but his tone was very hollow, his usual confidence absent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 20:59:35</strong>
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				Ciel said nothing, merely giving him a glance that said no. The carriage wagon rode towards the mansion, stopping in front of the front door. The servants were standing outside, welcoming the two of them back. Ciel opened the door partially and stepped down. There was no way to keep’s Sebastian honor intact when all those&nbsp; eyes were there watching. A rumor had spread that Sebastian himself had dressed up like a female. Ciel closed the door before Sebastian could get out, hiding him from view. “Sebastian..&nbsp; Go and make sure the carriage is taken care off. I have the feeling a whole day has been spend already, seeing how long the ride was.” He moved away from the carriage as he suddenly barked loudly to the waiting staff, issuing orders like a war was coming. <br><br>When Sebastian would arrive in the mansion later that day, he would find three very excited servants clinging to his suit, begging him to tell off the events that happened. “ Master Ciel said that you two found a Black-market, that you were the one who protected him. As expected of Sebastian!”<br><br>Ciel spend the remainder of the day writing a repot and having Lau over for thee. He had a … ‘pleasant’ discussing about who a certain individual would be. Even a schedule en location was included in the conversation. The schedule would certainly be useful to Ciel when he sent his butler after the man. When Lau left the mansion Ciel sighed, the sigh of a man on the brink of exhaustion. “Sebastian!” He called, waiting for him to arrive. “Could you provide me with more tea?” He stared at the full pot of tea that was on the desk. One of his servants had offered it to them when Sebastian was busy ‘cleaning the carriage’. “They can’t even make a proper batch of tea.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 21:15:20</strong>
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				Sebastian had stayed in the carriage as he had been instructed, thankful that his master had at least spared him this humiliation. From the stables he was able to slip up to the mansion without being noticed, where he bathed quickly, washing the blood and other sticky substances off of his body, including the makeup. He washed the dress as well and tucked it away in his wardrobe, hoping that he would not be needing it again in the future. He had returned his hair to its normal length before redressing in his usual attire and heading downstairs.<br><br>He had found the other servants ideas of what had happened to be rather off from the truth, but he was certainly not going to correct them. If Ciel had spared him the indignity of telling the real story to all of the house servants, perhaps the Earl did not find him truly useless afterall? Maybe he had done what he did in front of strangers because it would not come back to haunt them that way? That did little to ease the butler's nerves however, and when Ciel called out to him, he literally jumped, knocking a stack of plates off of a nearby shelf. The demon had leaped to catch them though and set them safely back in their place, drawing a few odd glances from the other servants. It was not like him to be jumpy. <br><br>With a soft sigh, he waved them off and set about making a proper pot of tea. He placed it on a tray with a few cookies, in case his master was feeling hungry as well, and carried them in to Ciel. There was a soft knock on the door before he entered and bowed deeply, setting the tea before his master without a word. The demon poured him a cup and added his two lumps of sugar, the bruise from tonight's earlier slap now rather dark in contrast to his pale cheek. His eyes were dull and lifeless as he offered the cup to his master, looking down at the floor rather than meeting his master's eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 22:17:16</strong>
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				Ciel tasted the teas slowly, after having inhaled its scent first. A devious little smile appeared on his face. ‘the little prick did it again’ he told himself as he took another sip. How could that man find so many different kinds of tea in so little time. He wondered if the queen herself had access to so many different blends. He noticed the hesitation in the butlers movement. The demon was on edge, big time. Every movement Ciel made, every twitch of his lips, every expression, it was being studied. He slowly moved his hand towards the pot of sugar and scooped up a small amount of sugar, directing it slowly to the tea cup. He knew the demon was eying him with worry. No doubt a second to Ciel would be an hour to Sebastian, tis was torture. At the very last second, he moved the spoon to his mouth and licked off the sugar. “I seem to have a bit of a sweet tooth lately. Lau spoke off a lemon pie he had sampled. I think it rubbed off on me” <br><br>Ciel continued the rest of the evening talking with Sebastian instructing him on his duties tomorrow, including selling the carriage they had bought for the ball. “all evidence will be destroyed” He mumbled as he moved towards his bedroom. He waited for Sebastian to help him with his boots and clothing, watching the skilled hands easily undo the bindings. When he was done, he crawled into bed and exhaled. “Sebastian.. “ He waited for the reply, speaking slowly as he turned around. “If you can find those opium dealers, both of them, and kill them before midnights, you can heal yourself and have earned my trust again.” He cocked his head towards Sebastian, the eye carrying the seal shimmering in the darkness. He had a wicked grin on his face.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 22:56:54</strong>
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				Throughout the evening, the butler never relaxed, sometimes even flinching when Ciel would move towards him or gesture with his hands while speaking. The only replies the demon ever gave were nods and the usual 'yes, my lord' and nothing more. He was more quiet than usual, and his voice always carried a hollow undertone, the demon clearly unhappy, despite the fact that he almost never showed emotion. The inside of his pants was slowly getting stained with blood, the damp sticky feeling constantly reminding him of what had happened earlier that day.<br><br>The demon handled his task of undressing his master with the same solemn aura about him, carrying his tasks out flawlessly as usual, but with little enthusiasm. The butler ordinarily seemed to enjoy his work, but that did not seem to be the case today. <br><br>When Ciel spoke of what he could do to regain his trust, Sebastian looked up at him with that same hollow stare and simply nodded, still not speaking to him. It was clear that there was much more to the situation than met the eye. The butler was truly unhappy, and just earning Ciel's trust again was no longer the issue. His own trust had been lost and his loyalty was shaken, not because of what his master had done to him so much, but because of how he had spoken to him during that day's encounters, and how he had done these things in front of people. The spoiled young Nobleman would have to be earning back his servant's loyalty as well if he wanted the demon to regain the enthusiasm for his work he'd had before. <br><br>"I will do all that you wish, my lord." Sebastian got to his feet and exited the room without so much as a glance back at the Earl, quietly shutting the door behind him and setting out to attend to the night's tasks. The opium dealers would not live to see another sunrise, and the carriage would be gone without a trace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 10:56:55</strong>
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				Ciel woke up feeling.. strange. The first night in years without so much as a twist in his sleep or a dream, he felt well rested. He brushed his hairs to the side, revealing both eyes to the morning light. To his right was a small silver tray with some thee and the newspaper. Grabbing the newspaper, he began to check for strange events or important business opportunities. He carefully scanned each article like a hungry wolf does a prey, he truly was the queens watchdog. <br>No incident was mentioned concerning the two opium dealers, no doubt Sebastian had taken care of that issue as well.&nbsp; <br><br>He sampled the tea and inhaled its fresh aroma. “Sebastian” he said softly, making sure it was loud enough for the demon to still hear it. He waited the usually five seconds before the door opened. He awaited the butler’s greeting that day before he responded. “Is it done?” He ask casually, as if the death of two opium dealers were quite common. He was not surprised by the answer, he had expected it. “You have done well” He sipped the tea again before speaking again. “Do you despise me now, Sebastian” He said it as if he already had concluded that his butler hated him. “Do you want me to make up an excuse why I did it? Or do you want me to tell you the truth?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 08:10:28</strong>
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				The demon blinked at him, seemingly taken aback by the question. He had not expected Ciel to be so blunt, or to even mention it. He had expected the young Earl to simply go on about his business as if nothing ever happened, refusing to acknowledge it until the next time he decided to shame his butler so. <br><br>Sebastian paused for a moment, then dropped down on one knee beside the bed, his head bowed low and his eyes turned towards the floor. "I do not despise you, my lord. I... was surprised that you would dishonor me like that. I thought that I had earned your respect with my years of service to you." There was another pause, as if the butler needed a moment to gather his thoughts. "I would gladly offer my body to you... and I did not mind appearing female... it was merely the way that you spoke to me, as if you truly hated me... So, I will ask you instead. Do you despise me, master?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 08:59:20</strong>
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				Ciel looked at the man grinning; it had finally boiled up to this point. “I did” He waited, scanning the butler for any signs of emotion. He slowly slid his legs out of the bed and place the naked flesh on the ground, his right eye shined brightly as he looked at him. “I despised you so much, with my whole being I hated you. You represented my weakness, my despair.” He eyed the demon with a almost sad expression as he sighed. The boy rarely showed any signs of emotion. “Because of you I get to have my revenge, because of you I get to lose my soul, because of you I am here now the way as I am.” <br><br>He slowly stood up, his male form covered only by the shirt he was wearing. “You meant all these things to me. Was it fair?, no it was not, yet it was true to&nbsp; me all the same. Everyone was abandoning me, leaving or betraying me. I thought you might do the same one day.” He clutched a pair of his hairs and brushed them aside, exposing both eyes to the demon. “I wanted to know you would stay by my side no matter what.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 19:53:30</strong>
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				The demon stayed on one knee, not rising as Ciel approached him, keeping his head down as he listened to all that he made the Earl feel. It was strange to think that he could inspire such emotion. Human feelings were a difficult thing for him to understand, but the longer he spent around them, the more his own emotions were coming out. It was hard to hide behind his demonic mask, especially when Ciel went to such great lengths to shatter it. <br><br>Sebastian finally raised his head to look up at Ciel, now that he was so close, the sign of their contract glittering in the one purple eye of his master. "I will stay with you until the very end, my lord, no matter what you shall do to me. My body belongs to you as long as you hold the contract. My blood is for you to spill however you see fit. I am your butler, your chef, your weapon, and your slave. Only you can change that. If you decide that you do not want this contract, or that you would rather keep your soul, then I will be bound to release you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 20:42:56</strong>
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				Ciel stared at the man as he spoke of his allegiance and the breaking of his contact. He felt cold, so very cold. He took another step closer to the demon and another. Again he could hear the voice echoing inside himself, repeating the same words.&nbsp; He raised the hand and outstretched his fingers, bringing them down hard on the demon’s right cheek. It would not leave a bruise or do damage, but it would give a nice loud slap. He grabbed the demon by his clothing and pulled himself closer to him, brining himself at the man’s level. <br><br>“DON’T YOU DARE DO THAT!” He said.. screamed at the man whilst tugging at his clothing. “YOU CAN’T.. I WONT ALLOW IT” he barked again as tears streaked down his face. His eyes were fixed on the demon. “We made a contract.. a pact for my soul.. You agreed to take it… You said you would!” He shivered and his teeth started to clatter. He snapped his teeth together to stop the clattering sounds. “Promise me you will take it… Take it and every hardship I have given you. TAKE IT.” He said as he slapped him against the other cheek. <br><br>The boy was angry, frightened and confused. The only true thing, the only reality he had in life was his contract for his soul. He knew when he accepted it that he would suffer for I when it ended. Every hardship he gave the demon, he would get back in return. Over the years he slowly had begun to accept it, even crave it. Pain and suffering had marked his life, who was he to take it away from him.<br>“T-take it… Take it back” He stared at the demon as he released the grip on the man’s clothing. He trembled again while looking downwards, his fingers digging hard against the palms of his hand, digging blood. <br><br>Then he acted. He suddenly shot towards his servant, knocking him down on the floor and pinning him down. His lips suddenly taking hold of Sebastian’s, as the due fell to the ground. His hands grabbed hold of the man’s hair and arm, grabbing it hard and painfully. The boy’s tears ran down his face, dropping onto Sebastian’s cheeks. In a short time Ciel’s unstable mind had shattered, revealing the twisted and fragile side to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 17:54:48</strong>
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				The demon's eyes widened when he was slapped, the force of the blow snapping his head to one side. He had not expected such instability from Ciel, but it was clear that lately the Earl was unraveling. Was it the reality of the contract he'd made finally starting to scare him? Sebastian doubted it, he did seem to desperately want to have his soul taken, but why? It was not natural for a human to desire such a thing.<br><br>The second slap barely made the butler flinch, and he stared at Ciel with a blank expression, wondering why he had reacted so strongly. He had only offered to release him if the Earl demanded it. He saw his master launch himself at him as if it were in slow motion. He could have easily stepped aside and simply let the boy hit the floor, but he opted instead to simply take whatever punishment Ciel was about to dish out. Dodging him would only add to his instability.<br><br>The butler moaned softly into the forceful kiss, his back connecting hard enough with the floor to knock the breath out of him. He did not struggle as desperate hands gripped his arm and hair painfully. His master's tears dripping onto his face reminded him that he'd truly upset him in some way. When the kiss paused, he turned his head just enough so he could speak, their cheeks and lips still touching. "I never said that I <em>would</em> leave you, my lord. The contract is in your hands. <strong>You</strong> would have to choose to end it. Only you have that power. As long as you still want it, then I will not leave you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 18:23:37</strong>
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				“I won’t!” He spat, looking even angrier at the demon. The very notion of undoing the contract was a vile and disgusting thing. How dare he take away the only thing that brought stability in his life!. He shook his head to the sides as he wrapped his arms around himself, holding his shivering frame. He held his gaze downwards, hiding his face behind his hair. He held himself there for over a minutes, just sniffing and shivering. <br>“I…. I w-want you to take it when the contact ends.. I have done too much to simply let live, I will do much more in the future.”<br><br>Standing up he stared at the mirror. His tearstained cheeks were the only proof of his breakdown, his face now once again hard and strict, a mask. “I am your master and will act like one, your body is mine. When the moment finally presents itself, I want you to rip the soul out of me with your teeth if need be.” He stared at the butler and eyed his form, his eyes seemed to suggest that he get up. “I am the queens faithful hound, I find the corrupt and silence them. I myself am one of them. I would be betraying my queens faith in me to let myself live.” He stepped closer to Sebastian who was now standing and eyed him from head to toe. “I order you to kill Ciel Phantomhive, once his path of revenge is over.” He meant it, every word. The pain and strife of his childhood had convinced him of that. “Help me get dressed, I have work to do.” He said calmly as if he was in command of his entire being and had not half naked just had a mental breakdown. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 18:44:07</strong>
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				The butler had gotten to his feet, taking the silent order just from the look in his master's eyes. He was relieved that Ciel seemed to be over his breakdown and was returning to his usual cold and strict self. He bowed to him at the spoken order, having no problem accepting it. He was quite looking forward to the taste of his master's soul. "I will take your soul as you wish, my lord, but we still have a long way to go to sate your thirst for vengeance." <br><br>Sebastian drew a fresh outfit out of the wardrobe for Ciel and helped him get dressed, starting with his shirt and moving down his body as he worked. He enjoyed his servitude to the young Phantomhive, and the reality that it would end one day was starting to become an unpleasant idea for him. He was greatly looking forward to the taste of his long awaited meal, and yet there was something else... could it be an unwillingness to lose his master's companionship? That would be most unusual for a demon for sure. He was not supposed to have any emotions or get attached, yet he could not deny that faint unpleasant sensation in his stomach whenever he thought about tearing the soul from the Earl's body and leaving him lifeless. Perhaps it was just hunger...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 19:13:20</strong>
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				Ciel simply stared forwards as he pondered on what to do next. He remembered had an appointment with the bishop Relloy in a few hours, another dreadfully boring speech no doubt. More than one spiritual leader or cleric had sought out the young master. They thought him young, guidable and rich, the perfect puppet. Each time he simply nodded his head a few times and yawed, or simply have Sebastian give them the ‘I’ll fucking rape your skull’ glare he could do so well. This man was a friend of the queen so he did deserve some respect.<br><br>“During today’s meeting, you will stay with me at all times” He said to his servant as he looked down. Sebastian was busy with tugging at his shoelaces whilst looking up at the boy. “The bishop has requested to talk with me alone. He wants to counsel me on matters of the soul” He stared at Sebastian to see if he reacted to the word ”and the direction of my enterprise. One of the other servants shall serve the drinks and food you will prepare. During the conversation I want you to hide somewhere close to me. He usually brings two other spiritual men with him. I want you there just in case.” He did not wait for an answer, it was an direct command after all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 19:26:20</strong>
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				The demon had shown no true reaction to the word, though just the sound of it rolling of Ciel's tongue had made his chest hitch slightly. He finished lacing up the Earl's shoes as he spoke and then got to his feet, taking his master's cane from it's place propped against the wall and offering it to him. "It shall be done, my lord. Men of the church are never to be trusted, they are often more corrupt than the very worst demons." <br><br>He bowed to him, holding out the cane as he puzzled over what might come of today. A holy man asking to speak alone with Ciel was more than a little bit concerning. Perhaps they had somehow gotten wind of the contract? He would be forced to kill them if their secret had been revealed, and then he would need to dispose of the bodies and all evidence of their arrival, making it seem as if they'd simply never arrived at the mansion. Hopefully, it would not come to that. <br><br>"Any thoughts on what you would like to eat, my lord?" He offered a smile and a bow of his head, returning easily to his usual demeanor as his master's butler and most trusted servant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 19:53:03</strong>
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				“I want something sweet.” Came the usual response from Ciel. Concerning his food was the only thing Sebastian ever was truly disloyal. If he actually obeyed his master to the letter, he would be an obese fat youth without any teeth, seeing how he always wanted sweet things. “Perhaps Italian for dinner, seeing as the pope lives there.” He grabbed the cane and walked out of the room, sighing as if he was bored already.&nbsp; He spend the remaining few hours he had left being drilled at by his instructors. Mathematics, French, history, violin, all subjects that were being pounded into his youthful mind. Boring as they were, they did distract him pleasantly. <br><br>When the door opened the three ‘holy men’ entered the room, walking as if god himself had send them. The arrogance they radiated could outshine most noblemen. “Greetings”&nbsp; Ciel said casually as he sat at the sofa in the living room. The men approached him and Relloy outstretched his hand to the young man, demonstrating the golden ring bearing the cross. Ciel simply stared at it coldly, wondering how many innocent boy had been molested with that ring inside of them. “I welcome you all in my house, Phantomhive estate is your host for tonight.” He grinned inwardly as the bishop looked offended by the refusal to kiss the ring. <br><br>“Shall we take our place at the dining table?. My butler has prepared us a ravishing meal, all in the name of Christ of course.” He smiled gently as he noticed on of the men next to the bishop nod approvingly. He stood up and guided the three men towards the dining room. “As per your request I have send my staff away on duty, only one servant will serve us our meals today before retreating back to the kitchen.” Ciel knew Sebastian would probably already be in place, hiding some were. Perhaps underneath the table with a crossbow? Or did he have a sword?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:22:58</strong>
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				The meal had been laid out rather lavishly as was the butler's usual style. There was a small statue of the virgin Mary acting as a centerpiece today, draped with a living vine of lovely yellow flowers. The table cloth that had been laid out bore a large golden cross in honor of their guest, and three places had been set around one end, while Ciel's usual place was set at the other. The dinner was a quite spectacular layered lasagna, with seven different kinds of cheese and a nice Italian salad preceding it. All the other servant would have to do was put the food into the bowls and plates for them.<br><br>Sebastian was in fact, in the room, but not beneath the table. Such a thing would have been too obvious, but where he was now, he was quite invisible, and even if he were to be discovered, no one would suspect him of being a spy. He had taken his crow form and now crouched inside the dish cabinet, next to a clean stack of dinner plates. The cabinet was made of solid oak, so he could not see out, except through a very small crack near the hinges of the door. He did not need to see to know if his master was in danger of course, the demon would sense it immediately if he needed to act. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 20:56:27</strong>
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				Ciel slowly stabbed his fork in the warm lasagna for the twentieth time, his face blank and void of all emotion. ‘no sweets’ he told himself as he eyed the lasagna, perhaps the desert was sweet. He looked forwards and noticed the other men eagerly scooping up the food, like the ‘holy men’ needed more stuffing. “I see you like it. All the time praying must have made you starving, judging from your lean frames.” He whispered gently a childish innocent grin smeared over his demonic grin. The three men were all slightly overweight, as was usual with the clerical cast. And so the diner continued, Ciel sending sarcastic comments while maintaining the mask of innocence while they only seemed to have eyes for the last one.<br><br>“We, the church, feel it is in your best interest to have a protector in this world. A strong arm to shield you from all the corruption in the world. You are the head of a large manufactory power in England, you could use guidance to help nurture your delicate soul.” Ciel coughed as he muffled his groan. “I see.. yes the.. outside world is sometimes overwhelming, I fear I have misjudged it so badly. Last year I increased my wealth by 40% and signed trade agreements with four countries in the middle east, securing trade routes as my reputation spreads there. Surely my innocent nature cannot handle all of this.” He smiled gently again, the face of an angel was represented on his face. ‘try to dodge that one you child molesting obese pigs’ he told himself as he took another bite of food. <br><br>“Shall we retire to the study?” He said softly, not letting the three men find an excuse to un-puzzle his sarcastic comments. “The deserts will be brought to us there.” He stood up and left the room without waiting for their response, letting them hurry after him. He took his usual place behind a large desk, The desk was covered from all sides by perfectly carved wooden panels, offering enough leg room underneath the desk while hiding it from the eyes of people across the desk. His father had installed a hunting rifle there in the past, should the situation require it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 21:18:14</strong>
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				As soon as the men had exited, Sebastian shoved the door open with his beak and hopped down out of the cabinet, once again taking the form of a butler. He then went to the kitchen to fetch the rather magnificent chocolate torte he had prepared, handing it off to another servant and telling them to serve it in the study. <br><br>He then went out the front door, shutting it neatly behind him and once again shifting into his crow form, where he flew up to the windowsill outside of the study, pleased to see that the window was cracked open. He slipped inside, hopping down from the window just as Ciel entered the room, landing out of site behind the desk and tucking himself away in the cabinet nearest the desk. The most his master would notice was the soft opening and closing of the small cabinet door, and the holy men had yet to enter the room. <br><br>The bird settled himself on top of a pile of papers, laying down quite comfortably there and tucking his head beneath one wing. Once again, if he was discovered, he would be thought to merely be an injured crow that had slipped in through an open window. Though there would be no reason for the holy men to look in this particular cabinet anyway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 09:34:23</strong>
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				Ciel smiled as the sweet goodness was brought before him. The young and innocent act strengthened by a sincere smile. A smile that soon was being tested to its limits. “We do feel the need to have church guidance’s upon your poor soul. “ One of the men told him, eyeing him carefully. Ciel was well aware what they wanted, he was the heir to a powerful industrial superpower after all. No doubt the church guiding him would take most of the profits. “Why would the church want to guide my soul, free of expense. Is the church that generous?”&nbsp; Again the innocent little smile appeared on his voice as he eyed the men, searching for any emotion or twist of the mouth.<br><br>He slowly began to conjure up a scheme to have Sebastian throw them outside or simply let him kill them. “A.. youth of your age needs a strong arm to guide him on his path to manhood.. We ca-.”Ciel slapped his hand on the table, making the fork and several small items bounce from the impact. “Bugs..” He muttered as he wiped his hand clean on a small handkerchief.<br><br>Standing up he eyed them again, this time his face strict and emotionless. “I shall excuse myself now. I am tired and will retire for the night to spare my helpless frail frame. I shall ponder hard on your advice and shall write you a letter in the following days. One of my servants shall let you out.” He spoke carefully, almost as if he had to force each word out of his mouth. When he closed the door behind him, they could hear him mutter the words insects. He was on the verge of letting Sebastian rip their arms off, yet he was aware of the consequences. Sighing deeply he made his way over towards the bathroom.<br><br>Banging was heard inside the mansion as Ciel rammed his fist against the marble pillar. “Curse them.” He rammed again and again as he drove out the images of their vile and disgusting faces. Those ‘holy men’ were pigs in human skin, members of the church would rape and pillage just in the name of god. Upon seeing such creatures, he was beginning to doubt in the very existence of god. Perhaps Sebastian knew? Not that he would give a straight answer of course, merely saying something sly like ‘I believe what my master wants me to believe in.’ The face of that demon getting away with curves answers relit the fire in his eyes. At least the Demon was honest about his intentions of his soul, something the church liked to hide behind sugared words.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 09:52:42</strong>
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				Upon hearing his master leave the room, the crow shoved the small door of the shelf hidden by the desk open once more and hopped down onto the floor. He then casually walked around the side of the desk and hopped up into the bishop's lap with a flick of his wings. The window was open, so a crow coming inside would not be too terribly suspicious, however, for a holy man of the church to be touching one would surely cause quite a disturbance.<br><br>The bishop's hands immediately went up, a silent scream escaping from his wide open mouth. One of the holy men with him hastily got to his feet and made to shoo the bird away, only to be met with an angry squawk and a nip of his fingers. The other holy man jumped to his feet, holding up a cross and admonishing it at the bird, speaking loudly. "It is the very spectre of Satan, come to taint this place! I shall force it into the darkness with the holy sign of our lord!" <br><br>The man moved towards the bishop, who seemed frozen in place and took the silver cross he held in his hand pressing it against the black feathers of the crow. Sebastian turned to look at him with unblinking eyes, completely unaffected by the touch of the cross. He stood up on the bishop's lap and hopped onto Ciel's desk, where he sat looking at the three men in a typical curious birdlike fashion. He could not resist the urge to play with men of the church. His master had not instructed him to harm them, or to leave them be, so nothing he did here would be against orders. <br><br>A dark laughter sounded in the room, and the butler's voice could be heard as if it were just an echo. "I have marked your very soul bishop. I know all about the boy who shared your bed chamber last night, and many nights before it. If you do not want your secrets revealed, I suggest that you leave this place and never return. However, if you do not change your ways, the fire will consume you." There was another dark sinister laugh and black flames leaped up in the room, licking at the holy men's feet.<br><br>The trio screamed, terrified sounds like slaughtered pigs, and ran over each other trying to get out of the room. They tore down the hall and down the steps, one of them falling on the way down, the others did not even stop to help him up. He staggered to his feet and ran after them, all three of them pelting out the door and hopping into their carriage, the horses immediately sent into a gallop. They would certainly not be returning. <br><br>All of this had happened while Ciel was still in the hall. The demon wondered if his master would be displeased, he would most certainly have heard the echoing voice of the butler, as well as saw the black flames licking from underneath the study door. The three men practically trampling each other on their way out would have been quite the show.<br><br>The demon chose to remain in his crow form, simply sitting on the desk and leaning over to peck at some papers as if he were a perfectly ordinary bird. The flames were gone now, and there was no sign of smoke or fire damage to the inside of the study. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>04-10-2011, 16:30:06</strong>
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				Ciel had heard the screaming, a lot of screaming. He was sure he had heard Sebastian’s voice in there as well. When he rushed out of the bathroom he noticed the scene unfold. Three men dashing downstairs, almost killing on another in the process, to reach safety. The hurriedly made their way in the coaches and dashed off, far away from his mansion.<br><br>“Oy.. Sebastian.” He muttered as he walked back into the room. It still held the heat of the fire, yet no smoke or damage was there. Just a single black bird was on the desk, eying him with an unusual curiosity. “I suppose this is your way of keeping a low profile.” He said coldly as he stepped closer to the raven. The sharp beak and razor like claws that dug in his desk were as black as night. “Do you think this will help my position in society?”<br><br>He grabbed the bird roughly in one hand, making sure beak and nails were pointed away from his skin. “Now not only do they think I am to young to take care of myself, but I live in a cursed house as well. A haunted or demonic house is not a mansion that will attract new clients.” He snapped as he pulled out one of the creature’s tail feathers. “I suppose this is your way of obeying?” Another was pulled out. “Simply doing as you see fit.” Two more were pulled out. “I suppose you think it is funny?”&nbsp; He pulled out four more feathers before he stopped talking.<br><br>Simply making his way towards the window, opening it in one quick motion. “Sebastian. I command you to not be able to fly. You will get back into your human form when you touch the ground. “ He lifted the bird with both his arms as high as he could, grinning. “Afterwards I want you to join me in the game room.” After that Line he threw the bird downwards as hard as he could. The bird now racing to the floor at an incredible speed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 04:12:07</strong>
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				Sebastian squawked as he was grabbed, his legs curling up against his body and his beak opening and closing as he panted for air. There was really no need for Ciel to restrain him, he would not have let his talons or sharp beak injure his master's perfect skin, no matter what he did to him.<br><br>He cried out in pain as the feather was suddenly plucked from him, the sound more human than bird. The plucking continued until nearly all of his tail feathers were missing, the bird squawking even louder with each one that was removed. Why Ciel saw fit to react this way was beyond him. The men of the church would not be returning, nor would they spread rumors for fear of their nasty little secrets being revealed. He supposed that maybe his master had not clearly heard everything. <br><br>He looked up at Ciel with wide eyes as he was given his orders and tossed out of the window. His natural urge to open his wings was hard to fight, but the demon obediently tucked them into his body and hit the ground with an audible crack. The blow broke several of his bones, including one of his wings and his neck, several black feathers flying away from him. The bird croaked feebly and fell over onto its side, one wing flapping pathetically before the bird became the butler. <br><br>He was laying on his head with one of his arms at a painful angle beneath him, the broken bones lingering with the shift. He sighed and moved into a more suitable position, laying flat on his back and staring up at the stars for a moment, before he slowly got to his feet and attempted to straighten out his suit. His backside was extremely sore where the feathers had been plucked from, and the pain of the broken bones lingered even as he focused on healing them. <br><br>Once he was able to walk somewhat normally again, he went back inside and climbed the stairs, going up to the game room and stepping through the door. He closed it quietly behind him and looked at Ciel expectantly, wondering just how angry he really was. "Do not fear, my lord, they will not spread rumors. They fear me revealing a rather nasty secret about them." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 19:39:09</strong>
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				“It is not the rumors spread by their lips that worry me. It is the absence of them. All three of them have loud mouths and love nothing more than to brag about their holy quest of obtaining wealth. When they suddenly stop their pathetic attempt of controlling me and my properties, they will draw more attention than their filthy mouths ever could.” Ciel pointed his finger towards the floor, ordering Sebastian to kneel.<br><br>“It is their actions that will betray them, as your actions have betrayed me. It seems I must once again be strict with you for your own good.” He eyed the demon carefully. “I trust that you had the best intentions during this act, wanting nothing more than to please me, yet a lesson must be learned. “ Ciel stood up and walked towards the door. “Strip down.. now.” He closed the door firmly and locked it behind him. He pressed his back against the door as he eyed his servant. He had given him a direct order, so he was not surprised to see the man stripping down. <br><br>“Chair” Ciel whispered coldly as he stared at the demon. In that split second it truly looked like Ciel was the only demon in the room. “I Ciel Phantomhive command you to remain seated. My words are the bonds that hold you tightly. My order is a chain that prevents you from leaving this place.” A placed his right foot against the chair, dangerously close to the servants exposed organs. <br><br>“Now.. Repent” He spoke as he undid his jacket. The minute he placed the jacket on the floor, his right leg pushed, forcing the chair to fall backwards. The back of the chair fell downwards, stopping when it hit the billiards table. The servant was now positioned in a 50 degree angle. <br><br>- then came the wax- <br><br>Ciel’s expression was dead, not a trace of emotion was visable as he slowly brought the silverware candle holder closer towards his servant. Five large red candles were placed upon it, lit. The first drip of hot wax fell on the servant’s chest, marking the skin red. Slowly Ciel aimed the trail of wax towards the man’s nipples, not stopping until he was satisfied it was hot enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 15:35:07</strong>
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				The demon felt as if someone had suddenly dumped him into a bath of ice water. He had truly displeased his master this time. He did not think the words that Ciel spoke were true. More likely than not, some other eager religious official would move in and take over the bishop's place in begging for the Phantomhive's money. Still, what truly would happen did not matter, now that Ciel had made up his mind. Had he lost his master's trust again, so soon after earning it back?<br><br>When he was told to strip, his eyes hardened once again, and he began tugging his clothes off swiftly, not taking the time to make a display of it. He had been ordered to do so, and the demon never failed in a direct order. Once he was nude, there were clear bruises on his body from the fall he had sustained earlier. He had only healed his broken bones so that he could walk, choosing to leave the deep bruises and a few scrapes. The pain of them would serve to remind him of his master's displeasure even further. His backside was also bright red where the feathers had been plucked from him earlier, leaving his cheeks looking rather like he'd just endured one hell of a spanking. <br><br>He took his seat in the chair as he was ordered, keeping himself perfectly still as instructed. The chair suddenly tipping backwards gave him a start, but still he did not move, remaining in his sitting position even as he was leaned back. He took a deep breath as Ciel brought out the candles, the hot wax dripping onto his flesh making him cringe and shudder. The pain was not terribly severe compared to what he'd suffered in the past, but the intent behind it was all that mattered. Ciel Phantomhive was angry with him, and he would suffer accordingly. He whimpered and trembled as each drop fell on him, the whimpers turning into moans when the hot wax found his nipples, coating the sensitive nubs and searing them. "Eeeyah!... Forgive me, my lord. I meant not to upset you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 16:59:25</strong>
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				Ciel smiled briefly, the smile a serial killer would have given briefly before driving the knife further into someone. “There is no ‘upset’, I just became aware that my servant needs more training and discipline. I am doing this out of love and care. I am a generous master, never forget that.” He grabbed his servants chin as he forced him to look at him. “Never forget that, servant.” <br><br>The candle assault did not lessen, in fact it only increased. Ciel used one of the candles to slowly drip on his servant’s neck, reddening the skin by means of the hot wax. He loved the fact how sensitive Sebastian was. “Don’t try and hide it, act out your urges. Feel everything a thousand times more than you normally would.” The trail of hot wax slowly made his way towards the man’s organ. “You take great pleasure in this Sebastian, great pleasure. Yet..” He let the word linger in the air as he started dripping the hot wax on the man’s organ. “Yet you cannot cum, unless I give you permission. That is my order. You will feel overwhelming pleasure when I touch or tease you, yet you can only cum when I give you permission.” <br><br>He slowly began coating the man’s organ completely, casting the erect phallus in a red wax. The heat the wax would provide would both be painful as well as pleasurable. Grabbing one of the smaller unlit candles on the shelve, he made his way over to a vase. He dipped one side of the candle in the water, making sure it was nice and slippery. When he came back to Sebastian he showed it to him. “See how long it is, how thick, how firm? This will slowly slide inside of you. Creeping inch by inch inside of you.”<br>He kneeled downwards until he was at thigh height.<br><br>Grabbing his servant’s hips, he dragged him closer to the chair’s edge. He pulled at the chair, causing it the fall. The servant now fell flat on his back; his head on the ground while his legs and lower body was still on the chair. If the man came now, he would spill his seed over his chest and face. The boy waited until the man adjusted to this new development before acting. He wanted him to see everything. He grinned as he placed the candle at the man’s pink tight rectum, nudging the entrance playfully. “This should be easy seeing as you have had me to use as practice. Remember the way I tore you up from inside?” He smiled again, the innocent smile of a child toying with something.<br>He slowly slid the candle inside of him. Inch by inch, for what seemed to take an hour.<br><br>When the candle was roughly halfway inside of the servant he lit it. Using a match, he slowly brought the flame to the candle, lighting it. This all took place after he closed the curtains, casting the room in darkness. The candle was acting like a lighthouse, illuminating the man’s abused form. Ciel grinned as he noticed the wax sliding downwards and coating around the anus. “I order you to enjoy it. Each warm drop of wax will remind you of warm seed. The seed of your master. Each drop will bring you never ending pleasure, so much it will bring you to the very edge of climaxing. The only thing stopping you from achieving it, is my order.”<br><br>Ciel gripped the candle firmly as he began sliding it an inch further inside of him, before removing another inch. His right hand was using the other candle to slowly coat the man’s phallus in another layer of hot wax.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 22:06:21</strong>
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				Sebastian blinked at him as he gave him that terrifying smile. It was not a kind smile at all, but a rather unsettling one, the Earl's words being even more disturbing. He was doing this out of love and care? If that were the case, then Ciel Phantomhive was truly more devious than most demons. The tight grip on his chin forced him to look into his master's eyes, and the hardness he saw there made him tremble. <br><br>The drops of wax on his sensitive neck made him moan, and he tilted his head to the side, allowing his master better access to that pale skin. He had no problem following his master's orders, the pain of the heat easily bringing him pleasure. He hissed as the hot wax began to drip on his cock, the sensitive flesh engorged with his blood, responding to the heat with aching throbs of need. It was both painful and terribly erotic, his body twitching away from it, but also slowly accepting it, until his length was fully coated in the hot red wax, now unable to cum, even if his body tried. The wax had coated him completely, some of it now hardening inside the slit. <br><br>The butler's eyes widened as Ciel went to fetch the second candle, describing its length and thickness and what he would be doing to him with it. His muscles grew tense at the idea, his cock giving a twitch inside of its hot wax prison. He flinched when the chair was suddenly pushed back, falling back against the floor with a small grunt of surprise. Though he made no effort to escape the new situation, simply waiting for what Ciel would do next. <br><br>He was trembling slightly with his own lust now and Ciel's words about how he'd taken him before made his cheeks flush deeply. If not for the humiliation of that memory, the thought of being fucked by his master was a terribly erotic one, and he could remember in detail how it had stretched and torn his flesh. When the first inch of the candle slid into him, he gave a cry of pained pleasure, arching his hips slightly as if he was willingly accepting it and even eager for it to continue. He moaned loudly as it was pressed slowly deeper into him, filling and stretching him. It felt so good inside his terribly sensitive body, tender flesh holding it tightly in place. <br><br>The butler's eyes widened when Ciel brought flame to the candle and the hot wax began to run down towards his sensitive pucker. He needed no order to find pleasure in it as the hot fluid found such terribly sensitive flesh. He moaned and whimpered loudly as it began to coat him, his master beginning to slowly fuck him with it made the hot wax sink into him. The inside of his body was even more tender than the outside, and the heat against it was painful, yet still felt so good, making the demon whimper and writhe against his bonds. The renewed heat on his shaft was almost more than he could stand, and his body was already desperate for a finish, one he could not yet have. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 12:42:36</strong>
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				If Ciel could see himself he would have described himself as childish. His eyes were fixed on the torture he was giving the butler. With a youthful grin he continued the assault on the inside, the long narrow shaft sinking deep within the servant. Due to his wiggling and twisting of the shaft hot wax was leaking and dripping all over the place, coating the man.<br><br>Every few seconds Ciel would let the hot wax increase the coating on the servants organ, leaving a thick layer of wax behind. “I want you to feel even better. Each time I touch you directly or indirectly you will feel pleasure, yet cannot achieve a climax unless given permission. I command this.” He suddenly pulled out the candle in one pull as he stood up. <br><br>He stared at the helpless form of his servant as he licked his lips. “What do you want Sebastian. What do you need? Beg me for it!” He knelt down as he brought the candle closer to the man’s rectum, holding the flame close to the skin. The increase heat was slowly teasing the man’s already sensitive skin while slowly liquefying the wax that was covering the inside and outside of the man’s rectum. Slowly a steady stream of white candle wax was pouring out, similar to hot semen.<br><br>“Cum you filthy demon.. cum like the bitch you are.” Ciel suddenly barked, not fully knowing where that came from. He held the flame even closer to the skin as he placed a hand on the man’s lower base, pointing the shaft at the man’s own chest. Could buildup fracture the wax or would Sebastian feel even worse if semen would stay trapped.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Altheras</strong> on <strong>14-11-2011, 05:23:49</strong>
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				The demon whimpered and moaned pathetically, each sound much higher pitched than his usual tones. His body was aching and spasming around the candle, hot wax searing delicate skin. The hard wax encasing his cock was like a prison, burning him still as new wax was applied, his length twitching within it and begging for release. <br><br>He did not have time to answer the question before the sudden order was given. The words that Ciel used made him feel dirty and dishonored, like he had done something wrong. Still, the pleasure and anxiety that had built up within him, made the order an easy one to follow. The demon cried out as he came, hot cum spurting from the tip of his length, forced around the wax that was plugging him to leak down around his cock, filling his wax prison with the sticky fluid. It made his orgasm both difficult and painful, and yet it was also more satisfying somehow.<br><br>He panted softly as he looked up at Ciel with lidded eyes, his body trembling with the aftereffects of his release. He still had a question to answer, and he would not disappoint his lord. "You ask me what I want... I want you, my lord. I want you to replace that candle with your cock. Please, master... fuck me... and don't hold back like you did at the party..." There was a slight devilish smirk that played about his lips, but his eyes told another story, one of fear and anticipation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: One hell of a butler   Altheras/Flassche</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkEnigma</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 00:14:47</strong>
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				Ciel’s expression was like stone, unreadable. Underneath the stony mask he was confused, almost frightened. The changes in the demon had been, fast, to fast even. He knew his Butler was loyal and willing to please his master in every way, yet this was pleasure for himself he was asking. Eyes did not lie, and Ciel saw more in those two eyes than in every word Sebastian was throwing at him. He needed to be in control and relaxed. He had the demon where he wanted him, yet he mustn’t lose his cool right then.<br><br><strong>“You will clean up after I am gone and never speak of this…event… to anyone else. In the morning you will find a letter next to my bed containing your new orders. I command you to follow them.”</strong><br><br>He stared at the demon once more, eying him for any reaction, before he left. He simply turned around, redid any rumbled clothing and went outside. His heart was pounding hard enough for three men and his throat felt dry, yet he was calm. Funny how such a weird situation could bring such strange calmness in a young man. Sure he was still a bit taken aback from the revelation, not to mention frightened, yet calm was the dominant factor at play. Inside his room he grabbed a pen and paper. It took him a few minutes before he knew exactly what to write, yet once he did the pen danced around the paper in a deft hand.<br><br><br><em>Sebastian, this I command;<br><br>-You will perform your routine daily duties as you have always done in the past.<br>-You will never mention past events to anyone, including your master, unless he gives permission.<br>-You will remain loyal to your master at all times.<br><br>-When dressing your master you will do so in a kneeling position.<br>-When dressing your master you will make sure his lower half is exposed first and dressed last.<br>-When dressing your master you will feel aroused.<br><br>-When washing your master you will be clothed in a large towel wrapped around your frame.<br>-When washing your master you will act like a proper butler.<br>-When washing your master you will ignore any unnatural behavior.<br>-When washing your master you will clean him slowly and gently using a cloth.<br>-When washing your master you will use a wet cloth to slowly clean your masters Phallus until it is erect.<br>-When washing your master’s Phallus you will comment on the need to clean it diligently, using hygiene as an excuse.<br>-When washing your master you will find an excuse to wash your master without the cloth.<br>-When washing your master you will pleasure yourself covertly.<br>-When washing your master you will never once mention or think this as abnormal behavior.<br><br>Signed, <br>Ciel Phantomhive</em><br><br><br>Ciel grinned as he carefully folded the paper and placed it on his nightstand. Come next morning his butler would be in for an surprise. <br>
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