“Then that’s fine.
“What if I wanted to have sex with you bareback and plug you afterward so that none of my cum slipped out?”
He squirms in his chair, blinks, swallows. Hedefinitelylikes that. “That’s a yes.”
“Decorate your skin with it?”
He nods, seeming to like that idea too. “I want you to mark me, sir.”
God, how I want to mark you.
“What if I wanted to take a picture of you like that? Covered in my cum? Soiled, spent, and used?”
He licks his pillowy lips. How much more swollen would they be after sucking my dick?
“Who would you show it to?” he asks.
“The pictures would be mostly for us, but I might want to show my friends, only if you consented.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“So, you consent to allowing me take erotic pictures of you?”
“Yes.”
“And exhibitionism—”
“I marked that as a yes,” he interrupts, “so long as you’re the only one who touches me.”
I raise my hand to my heart because this one is crucial to maintaining his trust. “Unless you say otherwise, I am the only one who will touch you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Are there things you might not be comfortable doing in front of others?” I hand him the list so he might review it.
His brow furrows as he reads it over. “Can we take that one on a case-by-case basis?”
“Absolutely,” I say, proud of his candor. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness in our discussion. I know this is a lot to consider.”
“I want it,” he says again.
We discuss a few more topics, namely grooming, and then I ask him to recite my rules for his behavior.
“Boys aren’t allowed to touch themselves,” Giovanni says.
“That’s a very important one.”
“I only come when you allow it, when I’ve earned it.”
I nod in assent. I can think of so many ways in which he’ll earn it.
“Boys must be disciplined daily.”
“So that you may feel seen and appreciated. I’ll also reward your good behavior and punish you when you break a rule. And what about your body?”
“I am to take good care of it.”
“The very best care, because why?”
