Those bangs of his had been getting unruly, hiding his eyes from his Master until the screen falls away. He tries to ignore the squirm of unease in his belly as Samir cuts them back.
When Master's finished, Devero takes the towel from him, folding it up to trap the hair inside as he listens. He brushes off his shoulders and neck automatically-- until Master reaches for his face. Then he freezes, looking up Samir as the other man demonstrates the signal.
His throat works nervously for a moment, the unease in his belly having crawled back up to his throat. It sits there huge and heavy and only with an effort is he able to say, "Yes, Master. Three taps. Otherwise, continue to serve L...lord Heber."
He surges to his feet then, even though he hasn't actually been released, retreating to the bathroom to dump the towel in the hidden hamper. He takes a moment to lean over the sink and hyperventilate, trying not to fixate on that phrase Samir has used, 'if all goes well'.
Because it might not. And Devero knows what happens when things don't go well for Lord Heber's slaves. He knows they die. And he knows his Master's master is capricious about dealing death, especially to slaves.
He doesn't want to do this. He is, in fact, terrified of this.
But he doesn't have a choice. It is simply not an option for him to refuse; not only would doing so end poorly for him, but it will reflect badly on Samir as well, and endangering Samir like that is out of the question.
So before his Master needs to call him out, Devero emerges again. He picks up the shirt Samir selected and finishes dressing himself, making sure to leave the collar open so that his, well, collar is visible.
"Is there anything I should do, to please him?" he asks, his expression grave as he looks to his Master. "Or anything I should absolutely not do?"
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Date: 2022-07-26 08:54 pm (UTC)From:When Master's finished, Devero takes the towel from him, folding it up to trap the hair inside as he listens. He brushes off his shoulders and neck automatically-- until Master reaches for his face. Then he freezes, looking up Samir as the other man demonstrates the signal.
His throat works nervously for a moment, the unease in his belly having crawled back up to his throat. It sits there huge and heavy and only with an effort is he able to say, "Yes, Master. Three taps. Otherwise, continue to serve L...lord Heber."
He surges to his feet then, even though he hasn't actually been released, retreating to the bathroom to dump the towel in the hidden hamper. He takes a moment to lean over the sink and hyperventilate, trying not to fixate on that phrase Samir has used, 'if all goes well'.
Because it might not. And Devero knows what happens when things don't go well for Lord Heber's slaves. He knows they die. And he knows his Master's master is capricious about dealing death, especially to slaves.
He doesn't want to do this. He is, in fact, terrified of this.
But he doesn't have a choice. It is simply not an option for him to refuse; not only would doing so end poorly for him, but it will reflect badly on Samir as well, and endangering Samir like that is out of the question.
So before his Master needs to call him out, Devero emerges again. He picks up the shirt Samir selected and finishes dressing himself, making sure to leave the collar open so that his, well, collar is visible.
"Is there anything I should do, to please him?" he asks, his expression grave as he looks to his Master. "Or anything I should absolutely not do?"