“Would you?” he asks.
“Yes, when you’re ready.”
“Too bad you’re not up for giving a demonstration,” Keller says. “You’re the only one I’d trust with a bullwhip.”
“Gio’s the only one I’d be whipping these days, and I won’t have his first time be in public. Besides that, there are way too many people here. And your ceilings are too low.” That’s one of the reasons I bought my penthouse, for its vaulted ceilings.
“I would like you to whip me, Sir,” Giovanni says. He’s been behaving so well, but the temptation is simply too great.
“That’s something we have to work up to, and tonight isn’t about what you want. Remember, sweetheart?” I nest my fingers at the nape of his neck where the mask is open and tug his hair. “What’s tonight about?”
“Pleasing you, Sir.”
“That’s right. Do I have your consent to show Keller your cage?” He nods so I tell him to stand. “Here’s something you’ll appreciate,” I tell Keller. I tug the zippers on either side of Gio’s pants and fold down the front flap so Keller can see the elegant, gilded cock cage cradling his dick.
“That is something else,” Keller says in appreciation.
“I had it done by a jeweler. Fit to my exact specifications. Stainless steel and aluminum alloy with gold plating so that it’s durable but light. I may have him make me a matching plug.”
“All he needs now is a gold collar,” Keller says with a wink. Giovanni’s eyes dart over to me, and I smile.
“Perhaps someday.”
Keller moves on and I say to Giovanni, “On all fours now. I want to play with your ass.”
He drops to the ground, and I arrange him at the side of my chair so that my attentions aren’t so obvious. We’re backed up to a wall with the whole of the party spread out before us like a hedonistic banquet. Even with mobile phones being checked at the door, there’s always a risk. A photograph of me fingering my sub’s ass at a leather party wouldn’t do well for the society papers.
I remove his plug and replace it with my two fingers. I’m an expert now at getting him off with minimal effort, as I do every morning before I leave for work. Giovanni shivers and moans, his erotic utterances swallowed up by the music and the screams of pain and rapture from the submissives nearby. My dick gets hard as I imagine him pressed against the cross, limbs spread in an X while my bullwhip kisses his golden skin. In my fantasies, blood drips down his back in seductive rivulets, and his screams are wild, in a pitch that is somewhere between ecstasy and agony.
“Sir,” Giovanni says at my side. He quakes, caught in the throes of an orgasm, as much as the cage will allow. His rectal muscle spasms around my fingers. I replace the plug, then wipe my fingers on his bare ass.
“Shall I pull up my pants now?” he asks.
“No, sit up and spread your knees as far as they will go. I want everyone who passes by to see you like this. Caged. Owned.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says, eager to comply.
Simeon, who’s been a silent observer this whole time shakes his head. “Lucky bastard. You’ve struck gold with this one.”
It’s a fitting metaphor.
Awhile later Iescort Giovanni to a private room where there’s an elevated vinyl platform, the perfect height for fucking. I take off the mask so I can see his handsome face, and remove his cage and plug too, then put him on his back and fuck him raw. I feel as though I’m the one who’s been confined all night, in a state of constant arousal from watching the festivities with my boy kneeling so obediently at my side. Giovanni’s lusty exaltations are so loud that I worry he’ll attract the attention of our security. They’ve been warned, though, not to interrupt.
“Still so fucking tight,” I tell him in appreciation of his good work.
“Harder, Sir. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
I stand up all the way and drag his ass to the edge of the bench, pounding him like a slab of meat. I twist his nipples and scratch his chest. My fingers bruise his thighs where I hold him to me. He’ll look like a grizzly bear fucked him by the time I’m through.
“God, it feels so good,” he yells while thrashing on the table. He comes first, jubilantly, and I continue to hammer into him because he knows the rules. My finish is spectacular, and for a few fleeting moments, I am young again, a man in the prime of his life with a well-fucked sub at my disposal. This is how Giovanni sees me, isn’t it? He must because the adoration and worship in his eyes isn’t something that could be faked. It’s dangerous for me to entertain such delusions, but he is so very skilled at drawing me into his world.
After I’ve scooped the ejaculate from his chest and made him devour it, then replaced the plug to hold my own cum inside him, I ask him what he thinks of the party.
“Five stars,” he says, radiant from his sexual afterglow.
“What was your favorite part, other than just now?”
“When you fingered me in front of your friends.”
