Martin feltit was his responsibility to keep Henry from getting too drunk, butwasnt sure how he could manage that under the circumstances. Hecertainly couldnt walk across the room with a hard cock and scoldHenry in front of his friends.Tomleaned close again, He says you love to have someones mouth onyour ass. Is that so?Martinbristled. Stuart never did that for me. Why was Stuart being soforthcoming, so inconveniently talkative?Isit true, though, that you love it? Tom gripped Martins armtightly and his lips brushed Martins ear, lingering, almost akiss. Illdo it for you. Ill put my mouth anywhere you want it.Tommy...Martin frowned and pulled away, uncomfortable with this entireconversation.Everyonewants to see us together, you know. Masters and slaves alike. Becausewere the beauties, see?Theywould make an especially nice picture together, Martin was aware ofthat.Ivegot a nice cock, Tom said in a loud whisper. Nice and thick.Little bit of an upward curve. Everyone Ive ever been inside hastold me he liked it. Tom pressed himself against Martins side,warm and sleek and bold, and Martin felt guilty that he stood stillfor this treatment for even a few moments. Martin couldnt help it;he felt a surge of arousal at Toms words and shuddered. Heshouldnt be listening to Tom talk about his nice cock because ifHenry knew, it would make him so unhappy. Henry wouldnt understandthat it was just slave talk, idle seduction; Henry wouldntunderstand that Tom was just drunk and meant nothingor, at least,very littleby it.Youhave to stop talking like this, Tommy, Martin told him, trying tosound stern and pushing him away yet again. Mr. Blackwell would bevery angry if he could hear you.Angryat me or angry at you?Both!Martin snapped. He might not let us be friends if he knew the kindof things youre saying.Why?Is he that jealous?Martinpressed his lips together in a tight line, frustrated. Mr.Blackwell is very possessive, as is his right.Idont think of you just as property to own, Tom scoffed. Yourea personto me, you knowyou might be my favorite person.Mr.Blackwell definitely considers me a person, also, Martin insistedcoldly. Please dont presume anything about my relation with mymaster.Hearingthe acid in Martins tone, Tom changed tactics. Im sorry,Martin. I know youre fond of Mr. Blackwell, and there must bereasons for that. Its just that you never talk about himHesvery private, Martin said, slightly mollified. I wont everbe talking about him, so youll just have to take my word for itthat hes a good master.Theywere quiet a moment, and Tom sighed and took Martins hand, playingwith his fingers.Heslucky to have you, you know.Imlucky, as well, Martin insisted, his tone making it clear hewanted the subject closed.Mr.Caldwell and Mr. Franklin beckoned to Tom and Ralph, and Tom torehimself away from Martin with obvious reluctance, maintaining eyecontact as long as he could manage.Illsee you inside, I hope, Tom said, his yearning raw and apparent,and Martin felt bad for him because he was quite sure Tom would beembarrassed later for having worn his heart on his sleeve. Martinknew very well what it was like to want someone who didnt want youback, though in his own case it had all been