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Outside had always been a terrifying place for Erza.
It was a place he was only in when he was bad. He had spent countless snowy nights outside in disgrace, huddling in a bush for warmth. Inside was where he was safe and warm, and Mr. Larkin and Mr. Noel were there. He got nervous even just looking out the windows when he was cleaning them.
But ever since Old Master had died, everything was different.
Master liked to take his slaves outside. The first time it had happened, Erza had braced himself for freezing, biting cold and to be abandoned. But it had been warm, and Master had been there the whole time, walking the grounds with them. And that was how it had been every time since. If it was too cold, he put them in warm outfits, and they always went back inside before dark except when Master wanted to watch the sunset.
Mr. Larkin liked it outside. He loved that he was allowed to garden. And Mr. Noel liked to follow him out there, chattering away at him until he got bored and went to sit on the bench swing or smell the flowers.
Erza was still too scared to go outside without Master, though.
It was a pretty spring day. The windows were all open, and the house smelled sweet. Master told them to prepare a picnic for lunch.
Erza was very anxious. He didn’t know what a picnic was, and he knew he’d do a bad job. But fortunately, Mr. Larkin and Mr. Noel knew.
“It’s when you eat outside on a blanket!” Mr. Noel explained. “It’s so romantic!”
Erza didn’t really see what was so romantic about it, but he nodded.
“It means the food can be simple, it needs to keep well, and it shouldn’t be too messy,” Mr. Larkin explained, which was much easier for Erza to understand. “We’ll make sandwiches, fruit, raw vegetables, crackers, meat and cheese, and some dessert.”
Mr. Larkin found a beautiful basket, and when Master came into the kitchen, they were just finishing packing it up.
They all prostrated. Erza fell into penitence just in case Master was mad at him.
“Oh, that looks lovely!” Master said, sounding like he wasn’t very mad, but it was hard to tell. “Are you all ready to go?”
“Yes, Master,” they chorused.
“Thank you for taking us on a picnic, Master!” Mr. Noel squealed.
“Anything for my darlings,” Master said fondly. Erza wished he was a darling too, but he knew he wasn’t. “Let’s go!”
Master led them to a grassy clearing surrounded by rose bushes and trees. When it felt like this outside, it was hard to imagine that it could ever get so cold and miserable out that Erza had been fearful he’d never wake up if he fell asleep.
Master spread out a huge blanket and let everyone sit on it, even Erza. And then he let everyone eat, even Erza!
Erza liked picnics, he decided.
The food was delicious, and it seemed to taste even better sitting outside. He understood why Mr. Noel thought it was romantic now.
A butterfly flew by and landed on Mr. Noel’s head, and Master managed to take a picture before he got too excited and it flew off.
Master and Mr. Noel talked, and Erza happily let it all flow over him. He could tell that Mr. Larkin was itching to tell Mr. Noel to be more demure, but Master didn’t seem displeased, so it was probably alright.
When they were done eating, they packed up the leftovers and put away the containers, but Master didn’t make any move to get up.
Instead, he patted his lap. “Come here, Erza, honey.”
Erza groveled over, trembling. What had he done wrong? It must’ve been something! But when he climbed over Master’s lap, he was quickly rearranged to sit on it facing him, his slip was quickly pulled off, and then he was being kissed.
Erza moaned, going limp. He wasn’t very good at kissing, but Master seemed to like his whines and shivers.
“Such a pretty boy,” Master said, repositioning Erza so that he was on his hands and knees, still facing him. “Larkin, why don’t you rim him?”
“Yes, Master,” Mr. Larkin agreed immediately, even though he must be disgusted. It was beautiful to see how truly devoted he was to Master!
Erza gasped as Mr. Larkin’s expert tongue began to lap at his hole.
Noel whined eagerly, and Master laughed. “Alright, my little slut, you may suck his dick.”
Master began kissing him again, and Noel lay on his back and squirmed under Erza to suck his slave cocklet, and Erza didn’t really understand what was happening. It was too much pleasure, and it was such a beautiful day out, and he felt drunk on it.
Master eventually ordered the other slaves away and repositioned Erza to be facing away from him.
“Suck Larkin’s lovely cock, Erza,” Master ordered. Erza was eager to obey. He loved pleasing his beloved superior. Master was so kind to give him this chance!
“Thank you for granting your lowly slave this gift, Master,” Larkin said. “It is far beyond his worth.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You may keep sucking Erza’s cock, Noel.”
It was hard to stay focused with Noel’s mouth on him, and harder still when Master slapped his ass. He whimpered, wondering what he had done wrong.
“Those pink roses are inspiring,” Master said. “I think I should make my precious flower match them.”
Noel squealed and wriggled, and Master chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart, Master will spank you too. Be patient.”
Knowing he wasn’t in trouble, Erza was able to enjoy the spanking. It wasn’t painful, just a pleasant, warm buzzing that sent him deeper down.
Old Master would have hated how good he felt right now.
But he didn’t belong to him anymore, he belonged to Master, so he submitted to the pleasure just as he had submitted to Old Master’s pain.
He cried out joyfully when Master pushed inside of him. His hand ran up and down him gently and possessively, and Erza loved Mr. Larkin and Mr. Noel and Master so much it hurt.
“My darling,” Master cooed. “My sweetheart. Do you feel good? Is Master making you feel good? Master loves you. He always wants you to feel so good, just like this. You may come whenever you like, love, and Larkin, you may come when Erza does.”
Erza came almost immediately, and Mr. Noel swallowed it as if it was the most delicious thing he’d had during the picnic. Mr. Larkin came in his mouth a few moments later.
When he pulled away, Erza began to babble.
“Oh, Master, so good to this wo- this stupid little whore! Master is so good and powerful and it loves you forever and Master is so nice to it and-“
Master came with a groan, drowned out by Erza’s overjoyed shriek. Not bothering to pull out, he held Erza and lay on the blanket, spooning him.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” Master praised, kissing him repeatedly on the back of his head and neck. “So sexy.”
“You’re so sexy, Erza!” Mr. Noel said loyally. “And you taste amazing!”
“I agree,” Master said fondly. “You made Master feel so good, Erza. Master loves you so much. I hope you feel more comfortable outside now.”
“Master?”
“I can tell you’re still a little nervous going outside, so I wanted to give you some more positive associations with it.” Master kissed his ear firmly.
Erza teared up. Master was so, so kind! He loved him so, so much, with all his pathetic heart.
Master pulled out, and Erza whined at the loss. “Now, I think my poor neglected Noel deserves some attention. Larkin, why don’t you suck Noel’s little cocklet this time, and Erza, you lick his hole?”
Erza obeyed happily. Master’s strategy of positive associations was certainly helping, in his opinion.