50 Shaydes of Haytham.

Chapter 4: Grandmaster's Orders.

"Hello Shay" Haytham breathed in his ear.

Shay swallowed. "What are you doing here, sir?" He asked not letting go of Haytham's hand. "The same reason as you, i presume" The Grandmaster said casually. Why or how is he not reacting? Shay thought as Haytham's hand snaked down to tenderly cup Shay's tented trousers. He gasped and stepped back letting go of Haytham's hand. He didn't know what to think, he couldn't... How could he after that.

"Did you not like that?" Haytham asked cautiously, carefully studying his facial features for any kind of sign that meant no. Shay did like it, a lot, he just didn't want to admit it.

"Should i take that as a yes?" Haytham asked again, Shay just blushing red. "I guess so. Shay you can always say no, remember that." He added, putting emphasis on the no. "It's probably too late for that now." Shay spoke finally. "It's never" Haytham contradicted.

Haytham stepped forwards closer to shay. "So?" He asked softly, looking into Shay's eyes. Shay nodded blushing even more.

Haytham put his hand round the back of the other man's neck and kissed him, shay put a hand on Haytham's hip and returned the kiss which rapidly grew more heated, Haytham grabbed Shay's bum the Irishman moaned into the kiss. Haytham broke away from the kiss and started to peck at his neck below his chin and go lower and lower going down to his collar and pulling it down to expose the collar bone and kissed it, Shay moaning quietly the whole time. "I'm going to do it again Shay, ok?" Haytham asked. Shay nodded "yes" He moaned. Now that Haytham happy knowing he had verbal confirmation from Shay, he knew Shay wanted it, he just wanted him to say it.

Haytham snaked his hand down once more and cupped Shay's tent, he groaned at the touch, Haytham smirked and began to move his hand back and forth causing ore friction, he moaned a bit louder than last time, Haytham could feel both Shay's and his length harden after each rub of Shay's. He continued rubbing and gently squeezing, Shay put grabbed Haytham's free arm for support. Haytham took this as a sign that he was getting close and withdrew earning a dark look and scowl from Shay who raised an arm, Haytham's hidden blade wrist tensed up instinctively expecting danger. it was Shay's turn to wrap his arm round his Grandmaster's neck and pull him close for a kiss. Haytham's arm relaxed and he brought it to the other man's arm, holding it as they kissed. Shay decided he wanted to tease the Grandmaster by running his hand along the inside of his leg, just stopping as he reached his balls. It sounded like Haytham growled slightly every time he did that until Shay actually grabbed his balls and squeezed them gently. Haytham nearly come undone on the spot.

Haytham walked over to a crate, put his hands behind his back, looked down at his crotch and back up at Shay, his eyes dark with desire and lust. "Come here, get on your knees and suck your Grandmaster's cock, that's an order." Shay smirked at him whilst he took his gloves off, stuffed them in is coat pockets and took the coat off and slung it near Haytham's feet. He was thankful that he only had his trousers and shirt on. Shay walked over and got on his knees, his coat adding padding between the floor and him. With Haytham's trousers still on, he cupped his balls with one hand and run a finger along the outline of his cock with the other, he then began to rub and gently squeeze the hardened flesh through the fabric. Haytham quickly grew tired of the teasing and became impatient. "Enough of this nonsense, undo them." He bluntly put.

Shay obediently starting undoing Haytham's trousers and carefully pulled them down. Haytham's cock finally free and standing proud. Shay brought a hand to the older man's cock wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing it gently. Haytham groaned as his head fell back. Shay began moving his balled fist up and down the other man's length with even pressure, occasionally speeding up or increasing the pressure. It was obvious Haytham either hadn't touched himself like this in a long time or hasn't been touched like this by anyone else before. Because Shay had full control over him. Shay decided to try a new tactic, he twisted his fist around and up and down the other man's length earning low rumbling groans escaping from the Grandmaster's throat as he lost control of himself. Shay was liking this sight a lot."I want to hear you moan louder." Shay said trying to sound dominant. He hadn't done anything like this before. Shay increased the pressure again a bit more earning a much louder moan from the other templar just as requested. "Uhhhh shayy." He breathed. Shay wanted to try something he always wanted to do to his Grandmaster.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip, Haytham's hips jerking forward at the sudden new contact. "Ugh" came another muffled groan. Shay lowered his head again and kissed the tip and moved lower, still kissing his length, Haytham biting down on his lip the whole time. Shay now reaching his balls, kissing them too. He took one in his mouth and gently sucked, Haytham gripping onto his shoulder as he sucked one ball and then the other. He kissed his way back up to the tip and without warning, he took Haytham's length into his mouth and began sucking. "Ahhh, fuck." Haytham swore. He began to slowly thrust into Shay's mouth. Shay wanted to tease again and hummed on the cock in his mouth. Haytham's hand pushing Shay down further on his cock, his head falling back and hitting the box behind him. Shay sucked harder but slower. "Please Shay, mercy." He begged. Shay smirked to himself. He then began an aggressive assault sucking harder and faster on the cock, Haytham's hips rapidly thrusting to meet Shay's pace. Shay was eager to get his Grandmaster to completion. "Oh shay, fuck shay! Oooh fuck." Haytham moaned desperately. Haytham's cock pulsed in his mouth and a few moments later his hips slowed to a jutting motion as he spilled into Shays mouth with a long "aahhhhhhh" his grip on Shay's head tightened as he drained the last few spurts from his cock.

Haytham slumped against the boxes he sat on. He gently stroked Shay's head as the other man licked his cock clean. "Shay" he breathed again. Shay rose and kissed the Grandmaster who tasted the salty flavour of his own semen. As they kissed, Haytham snaked a hand down to shay's now painful erection and held it in his palm, squeezing gently again, shay moaning into the kiss.

This was all the proof Haytham needed to let him know Shay was ready. He let go of Shay's bulge and moved them up to his hips, fingers finding his buckles. Shay helped him undo his trousers and pull them down, freeing his erection that was standing proud. Haytham pulled him into a kiss again, kissing his neck making the other man groan. While Shay was distracted, Haytham took this opportunity to snake his hand down again. This time there wasn't a barrier of fabric in the way, he was completely exposed. Haytham wrapped a hand around the length standing proud, Shay reacted immediately moaning into the kiss near biting down on Haytham's lip. Haytham continued to palm Shay's cock, the Irishman still moaning under his touch. Haytham squeezed a little harder, he was rewarded with a louder groan from Shay and then him burying his head into the nape of his neck.

Haytham thought he'd teased and tortured Shay enough. He brought Shay into a kiss and moved his hands to Shay's hips, turning him round and guiding him to the boxes he sat on. Now with Shay sat on the boxes, Haytham looked down at Shay with dark, hungry eyes and got to his knees, he was in no mood for teasing for that time was over. He went straight to sucking Shay off. He put his hands on the other man's thighs, kissed the tip and engulfed it in one fluid movement. Shay gasped and grabbed Haytham's hair. Haytham sat up, a serious look plastered over his face. "I do not permit any kind of hair pulling. Such disobedience will merit... a punishment." Haytham said while stroking Shay's length. He wen't back to sucking, this time cupping his balls and gently squeezing. Shay's head falling back and hitting the box behind him. Haytham moved his hand that was cupping his balls to stroke the length as he sucked, his other hand running up and down the inside of his thigh. Shay's pleasure quickly building. Haytham sensed this as Shay's cock pulsed in his hand and mouth. Haytham wanted to see how Shay would react when he decided to suck just the tip and pump his hand harder and faster. Shay was muttering obscene words under his breath and groaning louder. Shay didn't care about the punishment and grabbed Haytham's head, Haytham knew he was close and tightened his grip more but withdrew sucking his tip which was bright red by now. Shay moaned even louder before exploding with a desperate cry. "Haytham" he near shouted, his hips jutting.

Once Shay had come down from his high, Haytham handed him a rag to clean himself up with. Haytham pretended that Shay didn't grab his hair but will remember it for the future. Haytham picked up his tricorn and put it back on. "I'll see you on deck later Shay." he said with a curt nod and walking off leaving Shay in the dark to his thoughts. Shay redressed himself and waited a few minutes before leaving his private place so it didn't look suspicious. What does this mean? Why is the Grandmaster acting this way and what punishment would he have in store for me? Shay thought as he walked up to the top deck for some fresh air.