“Because it is my gift to you,” he says, a little breathlessly.
“That’s right, and if you break any of these rules, you are to tell me promptly. No lying to me about anything. Do you think you can abide by these rules, Giovanni?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, let’s talk about punishments.” I go over a few possible scenarios, and Giovanni nods along in agreement. “I have found the cock cage to be a very effective deterrent for subs with strong libidos,” I tell him in reference to his many and varied masturbatory acts. “How does that sound to you?”
“Unpleasant.”
“Would you be willing to give it a try?”
“I suppose so.”
I nod. “Safewords apply to punishments as well. We’ll go over these again before I administer them to confirm your consent.”
“I appreciate that.”
I breathe out a sigh of immense satisfaction. “Now, tell me any limits you might have that you haven’t already shared.” Our list is thorough, but it can’t possibly encompass all aspects of human behavior.
“No sharing,” he emphasizes, even though we’ve discussed this one already. It must be very important to him.
“You would you like for our relationship to be exclusive?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is that for both our sexual relationship and our D/s dynamic?” He hesitates and I follow up with, “I want to give you what you want, Giovanni, and more importantly, what you need. You only have to tell me.”
“No one else touches you, no one else touches me. I only want to be yours and I only want you to be mine.”
I don’t wish to take advantage of his youth or inexperience, so I remind him, “If that desire changes in the future, you only have to tell me.” He nods so I continue, “Let’s talk about safewords now. Green, yellow, red is the convention. Like traffic lights, green means go, yellow means slow down, and red means stop. Stop everything at once. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“If at any time, you don’t like what we’re doing for whatever reason, you use your safeword. That’s what it’s for.” He nods, and this is enough for now. “This list can be amended at any time,” I remind him, “and for whatever reason.”
“What will we start with first?” he asks, eyes glittering in anticipation.
“Hand jobs and oral sex.” He scowls at that. “This will be a long ramp with a slow incline. Patience is a virtue.Capito, ragazzo?”
“Yes, sir,” he says glumly.
“Which of those two options would you like to try first?”
“I’d like to suck your cock, sir.”
Interesting choice, indicative of a desire to serve more so than be rewarded, at least in this moment. “What about that appeals to you?”
“Tasting you, having you fill my mouth. It’s only ever been… It was never something I wanted before, but I want it with you.”
I stand and circle the table to take his hand, then lead him toward the living room. “Kneel,” I say, and soon enough we’re in roughly the same positions as we were last night when Keller was over. I unbuckle my belt and open my pants, then yank down the waistband of my underwear and tuck it under my fat, heavy balls before settling before him on the couch. Giovanni has seen my dick in all phases of arousal, in the shower and when I dress, and has brushed against it “accidentally.” He shows no fear as he crawls over to position himself between my spread thighs. “Have you done this before?”
“Not by choice,” he says, very quietly.
My temper flares at what his rapists took away from him, his mother and that scumbag boyfriend too, that sex has only ever been traumatic for him, instead of a sensual, loving experience. Even if this is only a passing curiosity for him, at the very least I can teach him consent.
“I’m going to guide you through it.” I hold his head in my hands and massage the back of his scalp with my fingertips to help him relax. “I’m very particular about how I like it done, but as long as you try your best, I’ll be satisfied.” Giovanni nods, his eyelids dipping as his arousal takes over. “Snap your fingers for me.” He does so and I tell him, “That’s your safesign. You’ll need it because you won’t be able to use your safeword if my cock’s in your mouth. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
