Sir is polite with Keller and in his limited English, says he’d like to learn more about his rope techniques later. When Sir Keller moves on, Sir says to Master. “Why was he touching Giovanni?”
Master glances from him to me as if to make sure that my virtue is still intact. “It was a hug, Silvio. Keller is a longtime friend of ours.”
“Rules are rules,” Sir snaps, looking at Master severely. “No one touches Giovanni.”
Master doesn’t argue, which tells me he’s giving in. I’m a little surprised at Sir’s reaction, but this is the first time we’ve been together in the mixed company of other Dominants, many of whom Sir doesn’t know, not to mention the language barrier, so maybe he is feeling at a disadvantage. When Sir leaves to greet the next arrival of guests, I resume my kneeling position next to Master and ask, “Why didn’t you assert your dominance with Sir?”
Master lays a hand atop my bare shoulder and says, “Master’s dominance is waning, Giovanni, and Sir’s is rising. This is the natural way of things. Like lions in the jungle. I’d rather not battle my brother but be as gracious as possible during this time of transition.”
I sit with that for a while, watching Sir welcome our guests into Master’s home, acting as man of the house, directing people to their rooms and mentioning the places where they might get refreshments and food. The party was Sir’s idea, and Sir has taken ownership over much of its design, including my own role throughout.
“You’ll give this villa to Sir,” I say to Master, referring with some reluctance to a time in the hopefully distant future when Master will have to leave us. He nods solemnly. “And what about me, Master?”
“That’s up to you, Giovanni. All I’ve asked is that your Sir provide you with a home for as long as you want it. You willalwaysbe welcome here.” He looks at me sternly. “Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
This is why Master and Sir have been questioning me about my future and interrogating me about my dreams, not to be rid of me but to make a plan for when Master is no longer here to care for me. My throat gets thick, and my eyes burn with unshed tears. I feel bad for the way I’ve treated Master, always assuming the worst of him and giving into my own insecurities.
“What’s wrong,tesoro?” Master says with his hand cupped gently around the back of my neck where my collar proudly rests.
“This slave is just feeling a little overwhelmed with gratitude right now for all the ways Master has cared for me, past, present, and future.”
“What do I always tell you, Gio?” Master says softly and with such tenderness that a few tears do spill over.
“That you will always take care of me.”
“That’s right. Now, I’m planning something special for you tomorrow morning if you’re interested.”
“What’s that, Master?”
“It’s something you’ve been asking about for a while, but I was reluctant to provide.”
I know exactly what Master is referring to. “And what’s changed?”
“I’m surrounded by people I know and trust, and I’d like to experience it with you.”
He doesn’t say ‘before I go,’ but I feel the sentiment, nonetheless.
“I would like that very much,” I tell him.
Master nods and, sensing my melancholy mood, suggests, “Why don’t you go play with the other subs now? Master wants you to mingle and make friends when not serving. Remember,schiavo, we are living in the present and this is a time to celebrate.”
I go over to the pool and converse with the other subs. Alessia is among them and seems happy to see me. She shows me her twin nipple piercings and tells me that I’m the one who inspired them, that her Dom loves to suck and tug and stretch her nipples like a cow’s udders, and they do look a little more pronounced than before. She asks, in her typically forward way, if my Master ever lets me out of my cage. I’m wearing that and my plug for today’s events because Master wants me chaste and in the mindset to serve. I tell her yes, Master rewards good behavior quite generously, and then Alessia asks if I know anything about the strapping young Dom named Silvio and is he looking for a playmate?
“Sir Silvio is mine,” I tell her with an almost rabid ferocity.
Alessia’s sculpted eyebrows raise rather high on her forehead. “Aren’t you a greedy little boy?” she says.
“Yes, and I have a nasty sting.”
She cackles at that, but I’m not kidding. I’m relieved to hear Sir’s kissing noise originating from somewhere behind me. When I turn, he’s nodding toward the steam room and motioning for me to join him.
“Have fun, baby boy,” Alessia teases. “Remember to come back and tell meallabout it.”
The steam room is thick with mist and the deep, echoing voices of men. Sir leads me to the benches where he and the other rope Dominants have been chatting. Sir Keller smiles at me and Sir Santino nods as I kneel between Sir’s legs. Sir guides me with one firm hand on the back of my head, and they continue to discuss the tensile strength of various fibers and which are the best materials for suspension bondage while I tend to my Sir’s lusting manhood.
If I may digress for a moment on the pleasure of servicing my Sir while in the company of men. It is an erotic thrill for this slave to be at once largely ignored while at the same time, the giver of such pleasure to the bull of a man sprawled like an arrogant god before me. That I may punctuate Sir’s speech with a gasp or a moan or an encouragement to press onward, the tension in his thighs and abdomen as I minister to his most hearty member. The feel of my Sir’s fingers slipping through my hair, then tightening at the roots, pressing me tighter against his warm, fragrant groin so that I may service him more thoroughly. The other men breathe a little heavier and remark on my dedication, their own arousal reaching out to me and coating my skin as thickly as the musk of man. The noises my mouth makes are at once obscene but also very intimate in the hushed cave. Alternating between deep, gag-inducing strokes with shallower teases, I bait my Sir, but he will only stand for so much torment before he takes over and uses me for his pleasure, assuming ownership over this slave entirely in those last brutal thrusts. He floods my throat with his briny sea, and I swallow as if I’ve been starved of his cum for too long.
