“How about I plug you? You think it will make you feel better?”
He nods and together we retrieve his favorite plug from the bedroom, a gift from his Master. Giovanni lies back on our unmade bed and holds himself open while I lubricate the gold-plated plug and slowly insert it inside him. I nudge it gently into place, giving his prostate a little extra attention. I appreciate the way he lies there so obediently, watching me closely, calmly waiting for my next move, the exact opposite of yesterday when I arrived home.
“Do you want the cage too?” I ask.
“I thought you didn’t like it.”
“I wouldn’t like it for myself, but it looks very pretty on you, and if it gives you comfort, then I think we should use it.”
He nods. “I would like that, Sir.”
I oil up his cock and balls, gently massaging without offering much friction, then slide the cage over his privates and lock it, pocketing the key. Seeing him lying naked in bed adorned in all his gold trifles, wary but trusting, I am reminded what a special gift my brother has given me, the boy he cherished above any possession, far more than all his wealth and power. He gave me this treasure, his belovedtesoro.
And then I can’t help but cuddle him for a little while, kissing and touching him all over. I need to reconnect in a physical way after our time spent apart, and I like to tease him too, so I pinch his nipples and tug on his jewelry, then nibble and bite his little nubs until they are puffy and swollen. I retrieve the nipple clamps from the bedside table, and his eyes flare at the sight of one of his favorite toys. I attach both clamps, then tug on the gold chain that connects them. Giovanni moans while his prick tries to swell. I pull him into my arms and suck on his smooth skin, leaving red love bites all over his neck and chest, along his inner thighs too. He grinds against me, but the cage keeps him chaste.
“I like this,” I say, fingering the gold bars of the cage. It’s a revelation because when Valentin made him wear it, I thought it was cruel.
“What about it pleases you, Sir?”
“That I can control when you come. I can arouse you to a state such as this, and you would willingly forgo your own orgasm to please me.” I tug on the nipple chain again and he emits a kittenish little growl. “And I like to play with you like a toy.”
“I want you to treat me as your plaything. I make an excellent cockwarmer too.”
“I don’t think so,” I say, wise to his ways. “That is a privilege you must earn by showing me what a good boy you are.”
He pouts a little but nods in acceptance. “You could mark me then. I would like to be defiled by you, and the pleasure would be purely psychological.”
“Roll over,” I say, adjusting the rope as he tumbles onto his stomach and presents his ass, lifting it high in the air as an offering, showing me what a good boy he is. I kneel behind him, massaging one ass cheek while the other hand strokes my cock.
“You may use me, Sir, whatever will ease your frustration.”
“You’re not going to fuck your way out of this one, Gio, but I might like to do this with you sometime in front of my friends. Cage and restrain you, frustrate you for a while with toys and then breed you. Leave a nice, big load inside you without allowing you to come. Your balls would ache afterward. I might have to gag you, too, because of your smart mouth. What do you think?” The fantasy blooms in my mind, broad strokes painted in vivid colors.
“This boy revels in his Sir’s displays of sexual conquest. Remember Master’s circle jerk in the sauna when I was baptized by the seed of so many virile Dominants?”
“I remember,” I say, getting a little dizzy at the thought of it. The smell of semen was so thick I could taste it on my tongue and Giovanni at its center, eyelashes painted in cum like an erotic work of art. There was jealousy too—not all the men were of my tribe. But with my own friends, men I know and trust, I can see the appeal.
“Would you like that? Being put on hands and knees, bringing me off with your mouth or your hole while surrounded by a bunch of hard, randy cocks?” I ask.
“I am safe with my Sir, and my skin is a canvas for whatever desecrations you may desire.”
As it turns out, I desire many things to desecrate his skin—my rope, my cum, my looping scrawl spelling out my name and other cruder things. I smooth one hand over my canvas and cup his ass cheek, making it jiggle and bounce, my pretty plaything.
“Would you let me pierce your slit?” I ask. “Gold to match your nipples?”
“Yes, Sir, happily.”
I’ll have it done here by a friend, so I can fuck him afterward. But first, I’ll collar him. I have it ready, nestled in a jeweler’s box in my bedside table. I picked it up in Napoli on my way back from Greece. I’m only waiting for the right moment. My collar around his slender throat is what I envision as I bring myself off with a steady thwapping of my hand over my cock, my other hand full of Gio’s ass cheek. With a shiver and a gasp, I orgasm, my dick throbbing in my palm as I stripe his beautiful back with cum. Some of it gets on the rope, also satisfying.
“Lie here until it’s soaked in.” I use the last of my fluid to paint his skin.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you say, Giovanni?”
“Thank you, Sir, for using me as your fuck toy.”
I smile at the heady sensation. “You’re very welcome.”
