Anders is already taking advantage of that particular party favor, laid out on my sofa like a Roman emperor—the sexual deviant sort—with one slave sucking his dick while another kisses him passionately. These two are definitely twins, a particular kind of kink for Anders. The one giving him head is preparing the other’s hole for fucking, and I only hope Anders took some supplements to prepare for the night ahead. Once those two get going, they likely won’t let him out of their clutches for the rest of the night.
“What do you think?” I ask Giovanni, having delivered him a club soda with a twist of lime. Sugared sodas are a special treat and amped up as he is, he could do without the caffeine.
“I think it was smart to cover the furniture. The cost of reupholstering would have been astronomical.”
I laugh at his practicality. “Are you feeling overwhelmed?” I may have gone a bit overboard.
“Not if you’re nearby.”
I stand behind him and rub his bare shoulders, moisturized and glimmering with whatever shimmery powder he applied. He tilts his head back to stare up at me with adoration.
“You look beautiful this evening,” I lean down to kiss behind his ear. “As always.”
“Thank you, Sir. My Dominant has good taste in jewelry.”
“And in boys.” I trail one finger from his clamped nipple along the slender gold chain that attaches to his cage. I tug on it, and Giovanni sighs, part arousal, part frustration. I’ll give him just enough to whet his appetite before the main event.
“Why do you torment me so?” he moans with a twinge of melodrama.
“Do you think it is only you who suffers? You’re not the only one forced to have their satisfaction postponed.”
“I haven’t come in three days,” he says with a petulant little growl.
“It took the Lord seven days to build His kingdom.”
He rolls his eyes at my attempt to mollify him. “When you remove this cage, you’d better not even brush up against me. I can’t be held responsible for what happens.”
“IfI remove the cage,” I taunt. His pout is so adorable that I must swipe it with my thumb. “Be good now, Giovanni, and have faith that your Dom will reward you.”
Simeon joins us with a cocktail soon after and compliments my choice in entertainment for the evening. “I prefer these intimate sorts of affairs,” he says. “No offense to Keller but I feel like a senior citizen at his parties.”
“You are a senior citizen, Simeon,” I gently remind him.
“But I don’t like to be confronted with it.”
I motion to a young man across the room, and he comes over promptly. Sturdily built with thick, veiny thighs and close-cropped hair, he’s ex-military and a very good boy. “This is Thaddeus,” I tell Simeon. Thaddeus bows obediently. “Would you like to get better acquainted?”
Simeon lays one hand atop his shoulder. “Why yes, yes I would.”
The two of them leave and Giovanni says, “Was he one of yours?”
I scan his expression. We talked about this before the party—who was coming and how I’d made their acquaintance, but nothing in detail. “Briefly. He was new to New York from a small town, had a bit of PTSD from his time overseas as well as some grief over the fact that he was gay and submissive. We played for a few sessions, and I found him a job in shipping, introduced him to the local scene.” I pause, giving him time to digest, then ask, “What do you think of that?”
Giovanni stares after him, head tilted slightly with the predatory gaze of a jungle cat. “I think if I saw you touch someone else, I might have to kill them.”
I chuckle and put my arm around him, encouraging him to lean against my hip. “I feel the exact same way.”
Now we arein the dungeon and Giovanni is similarly trussed up as he was a few days ago, only this time with a ball gag and cock ring, not only because they suit him aesthetically but because they frustrate him to no end. This is the longest he’s been made to abstain since becoming my boy. I should warn our spectators or provide them with ponchos.
“How’s that?” I ask as my hand slips down his smooth back and over the rounded hump of his ass.
“Mmmmm,” he says, and what I hear is,please hurt me, Sir, as soon as possible.A small crowd has gathered, Simeon and Keller among them. Anders too, looking slightly disheveled but content, his boys for the night bracing him up on either side. Johann and Rupert had a couple’s thing to attend, but they may stop by later.
“Remember your safesign,” I say to Giovanni. His fists grip the bar above us and give the illusion of restraint, so convincing at times that I must remind him he still has the power to end this immediately. “Nod if you understand.”
He nods and I continue to caress him with my hands and the falls of the flogger, between his legs, over his genitals, across his nipples which are now free from the clamps but still puffy and red from the abuse. Surrounded by the unfamiliar, I wish to remind him that all of this has happened before. His breathing is shallow, likely due to his nerves. “You’re safe, Giovanni. Take a few deep breaths.” I wait for him to regulate his breathing, then say, “Let us begin.”
There is less of a warmup this time, and because there’s no book to balance, Giovanni may flinch and squirm till his heart’s content. And he does, wincing with his eyes shut tightly only to open them and look at me imploringly, unable to speak because of the gag. So pretty and so helpless. His nostrils flare after a particularly nasty bite and his jaw works as if clenching down. There will be bruising this time, some scratches as well, and a lingering soreness once the burn fades.
