“Yes, Sir,” I voice and sign.
There’s no sign for “sir”, as formal forms of address aren't something used within the Deaf community, so instead I show him my sign name. The sign for curly, though replacing the traditional way to say it with looping Js instead—my former peers at the Deaf school I attended thought they were clever, since my curls were even wilder and untamed back then.
Antonio copies my signs and I nod. “Now, go do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He walks to the bed, where Nicolo and Nario are waiting so very patiently, their asses at the perfect height to be spread open and fingered.
I check on the other items I asked them to prepare, as Antonio works on getting them ready for me. “Such very good Stars,” I tell them, making my way to the bed, watching as Antonio fingers them both. “You both deserve a nice reward for how well you listen.”
They moan at the praise, and I grin, loving how they shake under Antonio’s careful ministrations before I stop him. “That’s enough, Antonio, thank you.”
I purposely use his name, and watch the way he wilts a little at it. The way my words, or lack of, affects him so visibly has pleasure coursing through me. I don’t often give into my more…sadistic tendencies, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying every second of this, and it’s barely even started. Antonio is just perfect, he responds so beautifully, that the desires I’ve shoved down for so long have no trouble rushing to the surface.
“Wait just one moment, my Lovelies,” I tell Nario and Nicolo. “Let me settle our naughty Bel Fiore, and I will give you what you deserve.”
They groan in tandem, and I can’t help but lean over and kiss first one and then the other perfect ass.
Turning to Antonio, I find him watching with intense longing. Too bad he won’t be getting any relief for the erection straining his pants. What a shame.
“Undress and then kneel.”
There’s no hesitation, no misstep, as Antonio undresses and offers himself to me, his chocolate brown eyes pleading and wanting, but his regret is shining in them as well.
“Do you understand why you’re going to be punished, Bello?” I ask softly.
“Yes, Sir,” he signs and voices exactly as I taught him, and it makes me smile.
“Good. I hate to say it, but I’m disappointed in you.” I shake my head. “You should have come to me.”
“I was trying to help. To do my job.” I raise a brow and his mouth snaps closed.
“I will never interfere with your job, but that is also part of my job. I am a Second to the Council. Which means I should have been consulted. I could have run a risk assessment with you, could have helped find a way to present it to the Bosses. Instead, you didn’t trust me enough to do so, and that, Antonio, is worse than your actions.”
He lowers his head, and I snap my fingers. He looks up again. “Sorry, Sir.”
“You know the rules, Bello. I expect you to keep your eyes on me, unless otherwise instructed. I won’t apologize or give you leniency, even when you’re defaulting to what you’ve been taught in the past. I am not like any other Dom you’ve had. It is, in fact, highly disrespectful to not make sure I’ll be able to watchyour mouth when you speak.” I gesture to my hearing aids. “I can get by, Bello, but as my partner, I should be able to trust you to remember the very simple rules I lay out.”
Harsh? Maybe, but while the chastening is part of his punishment, it’s also a reminder to the three of them.
What little hearing I do have may be amplified and helped by my hearing aids, but I’m still very much deaf, and need them to understand that.
“Good. Now, since you were unable to trust me with your little excursion, you will be punished.” Walking to the dresser, I pick up one of the items before standing behind Antonio. Setting a hand on his shoulder, I direct him to his hands and knees. “We’re going to put a little show on for you,” I tell him.
I slick up the prostate massager that's in my hand enough to be able to slide it into his ass. It’s a slow task as I don’t offer him any prep, but eventually, I get it seated.
“You’re not to come,” I tell him, settling him back in his previous kneeling position. “You can touch yourself as you watch, but if you dare to come, you won’t like the consequences.” Heading back to the dresser, I pick up the next two items. “To help, you can use the ice to cool down.” I set the ice bucket the twins prepared in front of him, draping the cloth over it. “How sweet, they gave you something to prevent the ice from burning you. I’m sure you can guess how to effectively use the ice, but I’ll explain what I want from you anyway. Anytime you get too close to coming, or overheated, or too excited from your private show, I want you to ice your cock and balls. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will hold the ice there until the urge to be naughty flees. I want to say I can trust you without having to be specific, but current circumstances tell me you need things spelled out for you.” The dig makes a look of pain cross Antonio’s face, andsince that was the whole point, I let it go. “Show me you know how to be a good Boy.”
With that, I remove my clothes and climb onto the bed. With the remote to the prostate massager in hand, I turn the toy on low before focusing on my two very good, very patient Boys.
“Come here.” I run my hands through their hair, and the two of them scramble out of their positions to get to me. Kissing first Nario, then Nicolo, I enjoy the way they feel in my arms. “Get me hard, prep me for your asses.”
They moan in unison, and take turns kissing me again before lavishing attention on my body. Four hands and two mouths cover every inch of me, and I give myself over to them, allowing them to explore and take what they want in a way I don’t normally. It’s both a reward for them being such good listeners this entire time, and a punishment for the flower who kneels on the floor, stroking his cock and watching us intently.
