David bent down and grabbed Elias's arm. "Mind if I prepare him for us when you return? He is a wonderful piece." He reached down and played with Elias's crotch.

Hawthorne nodded, and drew his sword. "Do what you may with him, David."

David smiled, then stopped. "If I know my father Hawthorne he'll attack from the safety of the Rose," he said. "Isn't there a cliff over looking the cove towards the house? It would make for a wonderful ambush point."

Hawthorne nodded. "I'll be back. And if not... Goodbye."

David smirked and dragged him up to the bedroom. "So my father has you tamed," he said, tying his hands around one of the bedposts, then his arms and around his chest so he was forced to stand against the post. "It's the only way he'd let you out of his sight." He took his knife and sliced the back of his shirt open.

Elias gasped at the knife at his back. "Yes sir." Elias whimpered.

David scuffed as he cut Elias's shirt off. "Pathetic dog," he said as he removed his pants. He reached around and teased him. "Has my father had you yet?"

"Well... Not all the way. He had me suck him off."

David smirked and stroked his cock. "Of course not," he purred. "You're not worthwhile."

"He did..." Elias pouted. "Said I was a good little bitch..."