Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2019 05:13:12 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: The Indifferent chapter 2 Hello all. Thanks so much for the great feedback from so many of you. Can't tell you how happy I am that you like my writing. As always please donate to nifty as it serves a great purpose for the release of fantasy and creativity. Cheers. Oh by the way. "Pater" in this story means father, it comes from the old Roman term Pater Patriae which was applied to the ruler of a country or house. Funnily enough George Washington was referred to in this way though I am told his Latin was atrocious. ------------------------------------ 2 The ruler of the world slowly turned to make his way back down the line of standing boys. He knew the tension in the room was escalating as the assembled waited for his choice. Lorenzo halted once again in front of the small red headed lad and gently caressed his jaw line with one finger before continuing down towards Kirohito, who showed no perceptible recognition of the Pater's approach. Lorenzo's choice was not limited in anyway. He could, if he so chose, reject all the offerings before him. He might choose only one and send the rest away in disgrace. Then again he could take them all right now, here in the hall with their parents watching, and none would raise objection. There was more however in his choice than one might imagine. While the nations of the world had vied and schemed amongst themselves to be in this very room, many had not made the cut and their strategy had changed to support one faction or another who's offering was awaiting the choice. Nothing so crude as money had changed hands, but alliances, favours and property had. The nations who had made it here were aware of the rules. Word had been sent after the death of Lorenzo senior that his son would require different tribute than the father, and those in command set about preparing to meet his requirements. They did so because with a word the Medici could destroy the economy of any nation on earth. Imagine going to your local financial institution and discovering there is no record of anything left in your accounts. Now imagine that on a country wide scale. No money changing hands, no shipments of foodstuff, no sales on the high street, no money from the government for health or military or social security. Oh the wheels would turn for a short time no doubt. The lights would remain lit, but soon, very soon, the tide would turn and the country would descend into chaos leaving it open for other countries to pick it apart. The Medici had pulled this trigger several times before, though it is not recognised that they were behind it. The nation of Germany towards the end of the Second World War is one example. You see the Fuhrer had imagined he could remove the Medici family once and for all but the directive from the ruler at the time, one Ludovico di Medici, (which he timed to perfection,) caused the currency of the country to crash sending a loaf of bread from only a few Reichsmark (the currency of the day) to hundreds of thousands. Naturally the Fuhrer could not continue to pay for his war and `that is history', as we say. Again Lorenzo turns to consider his options. He is not a greedy man by any accounts, not for wealth or spoils. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't as greed for wealth had not been a notion amongst the Medici's for centuries. Once their wealth had exceeded that of the rest of the world combined they had stopped thinking of money and started thinking of power and only power. They had played nation against nation, started wars, ended wars and reaped the benefit from each until all nations of the world bowed their heads before the family. If he chooses the Japanese boy the island of Japan will gain much lost prestige, not that he cares for that detail, but the flow of money will increase allowing that nation to once again balance the forces within the region. Should he choose the copper headed boy a certain nation withdrawing from a larger pact may gain a much needed boost. With his choice Lorenzo would ease the financial lending rates from the central banks to the chosen nation, or impose harsh penalties upon the rejected ones. A balancing act is required to keep all these grasping clutching lesser creatures in line. No there was much more to think about than just pleasure, though that would come. With a nod he has made his decision and steps back as a dignified grey headed man emerges from the shadows. He is dressed all in black with a fine ribbon of the deepest red tracing the line of his lapels. On his right breast is pinned a golden brooch set in the design of house Medici. It is delicate yet somehow commanding. The design appears to be the well known symbol for the astrological sign of Libra. A golden scales, though it is set in perfect balance. The central column is gracefully surrounded by the coils of a snake whose head, complete with small ruby eyes, seems to search the room. On the centre of each tray rests a small exquisitely fashioned crown, the right one masculine the left feminine. This man is the Seneshal to the Medici family. His name is Cyrus and he is feared by all except the man to whom he now approaches. In his hands he carries a long rectangular tray of burnished copper, upon which sits 6 golden circles attached to fine almost thread like chains. He inclines his head in deference. "My Lord. " The distinguished man speaks quietly and extends the tray towards his master. Without hesitation Lorenzo picks up the golden circlet and moves to the youngest boy in the centre of the line. He flicks the clasp still holding the shift upon the boys right shoulder and the fine white material slides to the ground leaving young George fully naked. A small round of applause can be heard from the assembled. Some wearing open smiles whilst others faces are set to polite indifference. Now Lorenzo opens the golden circlet and places it like a collar around George's throat. The fine almost gossamer like golden chain attaches to the front of the collar and falls down to the right side of the boys sex. Lorenzo gathers the chain and deftly winds it once around the root of his boyhood which has proudly risen to attention. The boy's smile is one of delight at being the first chosen by the Pater and without prompting and knowing his role in the ceremony he walks toward the dais. He ascends the stairs until he is one step below the curule chair that is upon it, whereupon he turns and seats himself displaying his small body as he lays back upon one elbow. The five boys left do not move as Lorenzo returns to the tray containing the collars. He lifts one and makes his way to the Asian boy who smiles and tilts his head to the side as Lorenzo releases the clasp at his shoulder. Naked the boy accepts the collar and chain and slightly opens his legs to allow Lorenzo to loop it twice around his sex. Again the applause as the boy walks towards the dais. Lorenzo pauses to admire the play of his buttocks as he goes. They caress each other as his legs come together but as he steps first one then the other bunches lightly revealing a tear drop cleft between. Lorenzo can feel himself respond to the sight as the boy ascends the stairs stopping one below George but on the opposite side of the dais. With exquisite grace he slowly lowers himself until he is laying stomach first on the cold marble. One leg is straight behind him, but the other is bent at the hip and knee angled to the step below and giving the room an excellent view of his assets. The pose parts his buttocks and now on view is the small seam running from his unblemished tiny hole down to caress his testicles that are pulled up tight away from the marble floor. His small back is arched and his head is still erect looking back towards the room and giving a feline impression in his posture. Lorenzo again turns towards the tray and picks up the next collar. Kahri is the next chosen as Lorenzo releases his covering. The effect is like milk sliding from chocolate. The collar that is fastened around his neck is slightly different to the two previous ones. This collar has two gold chains descending from it. Each of the golden chains is quickly wound around the boy's chest and stomach before the small clasps are attached to his brown nipples. Immediately his beautiful cock begins to extend and Kahri's tongue brushes his full lips in response. He bows his head to Lorenzo and then proceeds to the dais again stopping one step below Kirohito. He sits down on his glorious arse and splays his legs wide before leaning back and resting his arms on the step behind, his cocky bearing giving the impression of a king on a throne. Lorenzo smiles to himself knowing full well that the lad would find a new throne soon enough. There is a pause in the proceedings as Lorenzo turns to the three boys left standing. Their expressions betray no hint of discomfort though a glint of moisture can be seen collecting on Olio's brow. Again Lorenzo notes the defiant stance displayed by Darius as his eyes stare ahead. He seems to be staring at a marble statue titled `The Rape of Proserpine,' which Lorenzo had had removed here from the Villa Borghese in Rome just for this occasion. Given another insight into the mind of the boy before him, Lorenzo again smiles to himself thinking of the pleasure to come. Again Lorenzo approaches the tray and gathers not one but two circlets into his hand. Turning he approaches Byron who's golden eyes are wide with relief. His shoulders straighten and he exposes his throat by tilting his fine jaw slightly upwards. Lorenzo quickly flips the clasp exposing the boy beneath and collars him whereupon he turns holding the golden chain and proceeds towards the Polynesian standing silently on his left. As he goes he holds the light golden chain tightly forcing the blonde boy behind him to stumble forward in surprise before falling into step behind the Pater. "Australasia and North America are friends no?" He says loudly to the throng. "Well I shall not separate them as I find I cannot choose between the two myself." He places the collar around Olio's throat and draws the two chains closer together until the boys are standing side by side their hips and thighs touching. He then begins to wind the chains around them both and completes the move with a single loop around each now erect phallus. A clear message has been sent to the assembly. The US is still given domination at the Paters hands, and the closing of the gap between the two old allies will counter the aggressive moves by the headstrong Chinese. In the throng the Prime Minister of Australia smiles as he nods to the US and Canadian leaders who return the look with confidence. Back on the dais the two lads bound together place an arm around each other's shoulders looking for all the world like long time friends sharing a story. They walk together and seat themselves on the 4th step of the dais although directly below and in line with the curule chair. The visual is a pleasing one to Lorenzo as he studies the five youths arranged before him. Almost like a Botticelli painting he muses, though the nymphs are replaced by boy gods. `Hmmm, now what is missing?' He thinks to himself. A buzz begins to be heard from the gallery as most there seem to feel the proceedings are over. The people begin to move slowly separating themselves into groups. The North and South American contingent grouped with the leaders of the Pacific nations are making their way towards the beaming UK contingent who tilt their heads ever so slightly at the groups approach, giving clear message to join but that for now they were in charge. The Asian and Indian delegations gravitate towards each other and surprisingly the Europeans are dividing with many gathering around the dark skinned African leaders who for the first time find themselves with options. The other Europeans including the Russian delegation choose to stand with the Asians leaving the Middle East contingent standing in a tight knot of people as though they are circling the camels for defence. "I am not done!" Lorenzo snaps, and the crowd immediately stills, all eyes turn toward the statuesque man in front of the dais. His eyes rove across the gathered until he finds Darius's father and says quietly, although his voice carries to farthest corners of the hall. "Join us your Highness." The man so summoned moves without hesitation wending his way throughout the gathered people between him and Lorenzo. Presently he stands beside his son and bows before Lorenzo, his hand touching heart lips and head in the traditional greeting. Ignoring him Lorenzo begins to walk slowly around the boy like a tiger stalking prey. Darius is struggling to maintain his posture though the widening of his eyes belies his inner turmoil. He struggles not to move and cover his flaccid cock with the folds of the white gown. "Your son is headstrong, Keshiq. I am yet to decide if I like that or not. You have other sons yes?" The ruler responds without inflection. "I do Pater, though he is my first born." "Is his mother here?" "She is Pater. My head wife sire. She is a descendant of Saladin," he spoke almost conversationally, "And much prized in my household." "Summon her." With a wave of the hand a beautifully clothed woman attired in deep red Armani as tribute to the Medici, made her way forward to stand with her husband. She bore up well as the steel of her ancestors flowed throughout her veins. "Adani, so lovely to see you again." Lorenzo spoke as if greeting an old friend for luncheon. "Pater," the woman responds in perfect dulcet tones. "I fear I have a problem my lady." Lorenzo holds the woman's eyes with his own, his face composed into one of concern. Adani knows she is being toyed with, but responds without cower. "Perhaps we may be of service then in solving this problem sire." "Perhaps." He replies. "You see your son presents me with a problem. He is defiant Adani." Lorenzo clicks his tongue as though in disappointment. "He is bred to it Pater. His lineage is of the warriors of old. Men who bow their heads to no man. He is still learning the way of the modern world. Being marked aside for the tribute since the age of 5 Darius has remained untouched. Though his training has been extensive in other ways. I have impressed upon him the need to show respect but I am only his mother and just a woman." Lorenzo laughed out loud. "I have always liked you Adani. I know my father did too when you were sent as tribute. My families patronage has seen your desert wastelands transformed. It would be a shame to release those wonderful inventions that would negate the worlds reliance on oil. Perhaps for the sake fo that history we may bend the rules slightly. " Adani bowed her head in acknowledgment, "Of course we are in your debt Pater, Darius is yours." "Of course he is. As are you should I require it," he turned towards Kashiq and stepped closely to him, "As is your husband." For a moment Kashiq hesitated and then again bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Ho, I see were the boy gets his defiance from. Perhaps a lesson for both of you. Now let me see.....". Lorenzo resumes his circle of the boy humming to himself under his breath. "Cyrus." He calls in an overly positive tone, enjoying the pageantry of the play he was putting on. As were many looking on with smiles, thankful that they did not stand where this family stood. "Yes master." The man steps forward. "Cyrus I think we may need the collar after all, but do you have a selection of other things close by?" Cyrus hands the circlet to Lorenzo who with great pleasure places it around Darius's neck tracing the latte skin underneath the collar as he does. The delicate chain is wound once tightly around the boys cock and balls causing the member to inflate slightly. Lorenzo runs his finger down the shaft causing it to rise against the boys will, whereupon he loops the chain again around the small scrotum before with deft fingers forming small knots and loops around the boys penis. The design gives the impression of small diamond shapes enclosing the boy's cock and it is tight enough to slightly constrict the member beneath. "Very fetching yes. Do you like it Adani?" The Arabic woman keeping her gaze forward nods her head slightly. Just enough not to fuel the ire of the Pater. At that moment Cyrus returns bearing another tray upon which is displayed an assortment of items that makes Darius's eyes flare wide. Lorenzo turns to inspect the tray appearing like a surgeon choosing his preferred scalpel. He continues to hum under his breath and those close enough recognise the tune. `When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie.....' In a sudden burst of regret the boy blurts, "I am sorry Pater, please forgive my insult." His eyes entreat the older man, who looks at him with a false look of pity that gives the boy sudden hope. "Ahhh, you see Cyrus the choice is made." He says and selects an item from the tray and turns holding it up to inspect it. Dangling from his hand is a long black leather strap set with cut diamonds at even lengths. In the middle is a massive diamond faceted almost into a perfectly round circle. Lorenzo stands closer to the boy and leans in to whisper in his ear. "Open that pretty mouth boy." Cowed into acceptance the boys faces forward but his eyes are craned to the side keeping contact with the Pater as he slowly opens his mouth exposing pure white teeth inside. "Better," sighs Lorenzo. "You see we can all be friends." He gently pushes the diamond into the boys mouth where it keeps his mouth splayed open as it lodges behind his teeth. The man then draws the straps around and catches it tightly at the back of his head. The effect is quite stunning as the light from the stained windows catches upon the facets and reflects back out into the room at large. The man stand back admiring his work and smiles as though he has created a masterpiece. Lorenzo again turns to the boys parents and steps between them placing a hand inside each of their elbows. "I have been meaning to have you two to dinner for quite some time. What say we do that now. You are free aren't you?" Turning to the room at large he raises his voice slightly, "In fact why don't we all refresh ourselves and then reconvene for dinner! Is 6 o'clock good for everyone?" He raises his eyebrows but no answer is forthcoming. "Done then. Thank you all." As he begins to lead the royals from the room he calls to Cyrus. "See that Darius is present Cyrus." He looks the boy up and down. "Don't change a hair though, I think he is dressed appropriately wouldn't you say Adani, Kashiq?" "Yes Pater." Comes the unified reply. Here ends chapter 2. Please let me know if you wish for me to continue on. Embolisha@protonmail.com All comments are welcomed.