Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2022 02:27:10 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: The indifferent chapter 10 CHAPTER 10 Down in the basement of the Prince of Monaco's magnificent palace, a young curly headed boy hung suspended between two twisted obsidian poles. His outstretched arms cuffed at the wrist with silver manacles, were mirrored by the ones surrounding his ankles. Situated directly below the boy's outstretched legs was a perfectly carved jet black phallus with a flared cock head pointing straight at the boys slowly lowering cunt. His hair was wet with perspiration, which every so often released a droplet to run down his neck and across his naked chest leaving a glistening trail on his smooth skin. From where the boy hung a circular spotlight illuminated only a scant measure of his surroundings. The room beyond seemed to vanish in the gloom until Darius could see nothing more. For him, all sense of time had vanished since he had been placed by strong hands upon this instrument of torture. He had known it would be a risk to bait the Medici patriarch, but he had hoped it would further the man's interest in him, a challenge of wills and domination that they both knew was only a game. Unfortunately, it seemed his scheme had backfired. Darius drew in a gasping breath as the pain in his shoulders seemed to come in waves. With great effort he closed his eyes and began to centre his mind by employing meditation rituals his father had taught him. Soon all outward motion stilled and the boy's breathing slowed returning to an even rhythm while is expression showed no sign of discomfort. Darius thoughts centred on the problem of the other preferiti. His task was to be the last one standing beside the Pater when the time of tribute was ended. That way he would win not only position and fortune for his family but security going forward in a rapidly changing world. With his thoughts centred the young boy began to plan his next move in this complicated game. If Darius' eyes could have seen through the gloom of the surrounding dungeon, he would have noticed a smooth black glass wall that faced directly on to the lighted area in which he was hanging. If he could have pierced that glass wall he would have been surprised to see who was seated watching him as he endured his ordeal. On several high backed leather chairs, the Medici Lord and his Princely cousin were relaxing and sipping on a Napoleon brandy worth the price of a good sized house. Kneeling beside each chair was a blond headed boy whose only clothing consisted of a studded leather collar and harness, leaving their little hairless cocks nestled between their legs and on display. Each of the boys had obviously been chosen for their grace and beauty, but beyond that they had been well trained as they knelt with straight backs and out turned buttocks to present a more appealing spectacle for the two men. As Lorenzo chatted to Berty he casually swirled his finger in his brandy glass, letting the liquid coat his index finger. With out pausing for breath he reached down behind the kneeling child and began to push his finger into the slightly open boy cunt. The blond tensed slightly at the intrusion and sting of the alcohol but held his position. Even pushing his hips back slightly to accomodate the Pater's probing. Slowly Lorenzo began to finger fuck the boy. Enjoying the feeling of the small sphincter rolling back and forth around his finger as he probed for the hard nub of his immature prostate. "He's doing rather well isn't he." Said the prince. "He is indeed, but I think he might make this more difficult that it needs to be." Lorenzo replied eliciting a puzzled look from the other man, who's face, after a moment cleared in understanding. "Oh I see. I wasn't actually referring to our guest in the next room," he waved his hand at the scene in dismissal before turning his attention towards the young boy beside Lorenzo's chair. "No I was talking about my nephew here. He is doing rather well considering his mother is not a supporter of the old ways." He leaned back in his chair and motioned to the other boy to get up onto his lap. The boy did so, putting his back to the man's chest and lying his head back just under the prince's chin. Berty grabbed both little legs and pulled them back and open, rolling the boys pelvis up and out and serving up his little cock and balls as if on a plate for tasting. Without being told, the young boy slid his hands behind his knees and held them apart for his man's easy access. Berty smiled appreciatively and slowly circled the small flaccid flesh on display. "She has had me quite vexed recently with some of her demands," he said with a frown, "and because the people love her, I have given in to some of them. This is my payback if you like. Young Andel here is supposed to be at boarding school in Switzerland until the end of the year but I have called in some favours and he is learning the ropes here with me instead. I must say he is a fast learner." He smiled at the boy now riding two Medici fingers. Casually he began to stroke the small penis of the boy on his lap. Rolling the tight foreskin down and exposing a delicate purple head beneath. With each pass, the flesh became more and more erect until the head was fully exposed and the man was able to roll the loose skin over the marble hardness beneath. From his perspective he could just see the twitching of the boys little cunt lips as he squirmed with the sensations the man was giving him. Lorenzo flicked a look at the boy and quickly returned his gaze to the boy hanging in the adjoining room. His features betrayed a hint of annoyance that was like a beacon to the Nobel beside him. "Pater? Is everything not to your liking? If Andel does not please you I can find another who will." He stated while looking nervously at his cousin. Lorenzo maintained his fixed expression while continuing to finger the boy cunt. "No Berty. Andel is perfect and very obedient." "Thank you Pater." The boy sighed, pressing his head to the floor while spreading his little legs wide and raising his buttocks for easier access. "I am currently vexed that my punishment of young Darius is not producing the results that I had intended." "We could lower the chains and force him down onto `Le Dominatos' a little more." Le Dominatos was the name of the family heirloom dildo created and used by Louis XIV as an interesting diversion at state dinners, the same one that was currently stretching the outer ring of Darius boy cunt. Lorenzo sighed, "No, I think not. I don't know what it is about the boy! He is at once defiant and obedient, sensual and innocent." Slowly the man inserted a third finger, eliciting a gasp from the exposed boy beside him. "It is a cat and mouse game I am enjoying presently. As I am currently enjoying your young nephew here. Has he been entered yet?" Berties fingers were currently encouraging the pink outer ring of his boy's cunt to spasm open showing a glimpse of the red interior. Licking his lips he turned to the Pater, "No my Lord, I was saving him for this occasion. I did not want to deny you the pleasure or him the honour of having you be his first." "Very kind of you, I do think he is ready, don't you?" Andel had placed his little blond cheek on the floor in a position where he could look back at the man fingering his little bottom. His pink lips slightly parted as his breath grew heavier echoed the blush on the cheek the Pater could see. "How about it young man? Shall I honour you?" Pushing back into the probing digits the boy swallowed, closing his eyes as he nodded almost imperceptibly. Lorenzo smiled, withdrew his fingers and stood up, noticing as he did that in the other room the head of Le Dominatos had almost been rendered invisible by the slowly stretching boy cunt currently speared on it. His smile was quickly replaced by a frown as he noticed the serene expression on Darius' face. Moving quickly Lorenzo removed his trousers, leaving his shirt on but unbuttoning the two lower sections to give him ease of access. While Andel remained eyes closed and arse up, the Lord of the Medici turned towards Berty and indicated the heavily breathing boy in his lap. "May I." "Of course." The man sat the blond angel up and guided his mouth onto the now hard cock pointing in his direction. Lorenzo pushed into the well trained opening, but didn't stop as the boy began to cough and splutter. His little blue eyes widened and began to tear, as he looked up at the man pushing deeper into him. Desperately the boy swallowed and felt the cock push past his limits and into this stretching throat. For a few minutes, Lorenzo continued to push deeper, allowing the boy moments of respite to gasp a breath. The man felt the familiar coating of throat slime coat his rigid member and slowly pulled out, watching the strings of viscous fluid stretch away from the gasping child. "There now, I think that is enough lubricant for young Andel here don't you think Berty?" The Prince of Monaco laughed deep in his throat as he released his own cock and turned the child over to plug his now free mouth. "Indeed Lorenzo. He is lucky you are such a kind Pater. Enjoy." Not needing any further encouragement, Lorenzo knelt on one knee behind Andel. The boy's cunt was still up and exposed, his little opening twitching in fear of the upcoming deflowerement. Lorenzo placed a hand on his small waist, noticing how his fingers reached into the boy's navel, while his thumb found purchase in the funnel of muscles lining the boy's spine. Pushing slowly with his thumb, he pushed down on the boy's lower back, which rolled his hips forward and further presented his little cunt to the waiting hard on. Lorenzo began to hum softly as he pushed forward. Now added to the gathered throat slime was a little bead of pre-cum swelling out of his slit. As alway, with fascination that man watched as what appeared to be an impossible thing happened. The flared head of his cock began to widen the little sphincter it was entering. The boy had clearly been trained for this moment and he was valiantly trying to push out and accept the intruder. Even so he had begun to sweat and his eyes had opened wide to look back at the man entering him. With a short thrust, the head sank in while the tight little ring turned a paler shade. A sharp little cry came from the boy, only to be echoed in kind from another small throat in the room. Lorenzo look over to see the Prince smiling as he impaled his own catamite. "See now, it is not so bad is it?" Lorenzo smiled down at the lad. Panting Andel clenched his teeth but replied, his voice uncertain, "No Pater." "You don't sound sure little man. Let's see if we can change your mind." Without change of expression, the richest man in the world began to fuck the blond nephew of the Prince of Monaco. The tykes gasps became louder and higher pitched as he adjusted to this new sensation. Desperately he reached back between his legs to feel the site of penetration, and brushed his hands across the smooth balls that slapped his own small orbs, eliciting a moan from Lorenzo. Andel knew that many people enjoyed this sensation, so deliberately the boy relaxed his cunt and began to push back against the thrusts while at the same time massaging the larger balls. Soon he began to feel something small inside him. The knot of pleasure began to grow, replacing the pain, until with a grunt the boy wrapped his fingers around the Pater's balls and began to drag them back and forth, encouraging the man to fuck him harder. Lorenzo, for his part, was happy to oblige, and to the sounds of wet slapping flesh the two men unleashed their loads inside the two stretched cunts. With a pop, Lorenzo withdrew his cock from Andel's little cunt, leaving a bubble of foam on the rim. As the man redressed he noticed the look of adoration on the face of the boy he had just fucked. "I think someone enjoyed that?" Again Berty laughed "You have a new fan I think my Lord. He is of course yours to do with as you please." Andel was still in the same position that Lorenzo had fucked him in. His boy pussy turned towards the ceiling was leaking only a small amount of white fluid. Quickly he shoved three fingers in his hole and turned over onto his back while rolling his legs up and out. "Now why did you do that young prince?" Lorenzo asked with a bemused smile on his face. "I didn't want to lose any of what you put in my Pater. I want to keep it forever." Still smiling, the man motioned to a servant in the back behind the bar. Quickly the man brought a tray with assorted items on it. Lorenzo inspected the choice before picking up one with a platinum end studded with diamonds. Turning back to the boy he knelt down and slowly inserted the butt plug into the puffy opening. "There you are, now you will not lose it, but, if you do you may always come back to the source for more." Quickly the boy lowered his legs and launched himself into the Pater's arms. "Thank you Uncle Lorenzo, I will." As Lorenzo cupped the small well fucked butt in his hands he once again turned towards Darius and frowned. "What to do with that one?" He thought. Even satisfied as he was, the boy in the other room was not far from his thoughts. As if in reply, Darius' eyes opened and he looked straight at the Medici Lord as if he could sense him in the other room.