Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2019 23:17:30 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: The indifferent 3 Please donate to Nifty to help keep the site open. Cheers. The warmth of the day in the Tuscan hills is slowly dissipating as that wonderful seemingly never ending sunset is playing itself out. Inside the Medici's private oasis preparations are underway for a state dinner. Chefs who prepared in advance just for the possibility that the master would issue such an invitation to the assembled dignitaries, are putting the finishing touches on their masterpieces. The head chef is a genius himself at creating food the likes of which has not been seen before, and on this occasion he has outdone himself. He has managed to procure the last pair of Hawksbill sea turtles thought to exist in the world, the shells of which will make an amazing centrepiece for the table, while a delicate soup made from their now extinct flesh will be served as first course. The servants have been busy preparing the banquet hall for tonight's feast, and the great black doors at the end of the room have been thrown wide to allow a constant stream of traffic between the provisioning rooms and the grand table. The room itself is enormous, fully fifty metres wide and around 80 metres long. It is lined with what appears to be an unbroken black mirror like substance. Not as reflective as a proper mirror. The reflections in it appear blurred and distorted. Hanging from the expansive ceiling above are five massive candelabras situated over the one item that almost dwarves the room. The table is incredibly wide. It looks to be made from one enormous piece of polished black marble. You can seat 10 diners across each end and perhaps 80 down each side. It would be difficult to hold an audible conversation with the person seated opposite you. However what the table did provide was ample room for entertainment on the almost stage like arena in the centre. In the middle on one side of the table, (or should I say stage,) a set of steps can be seen leading upwards from below the highly polished stone floor, and ascending right up to the very edge of the table. On the opposite side rests a high backed red velvet chair displaying the Medici crest on the backrest. It is the tallest chair in the room, but it is one of many chairs that are spaced around the incredible table. Gold plates and crystal goblets are placed with precision at each setting as the servants finish their duties before hurriedly exiting the room. In the centre of the table rests a large silver tray upon which a 12 year old naked boy has been positioned on hands and knees, whilst below him a curious structure can be seen. It appears to be the length of the boy's torso from sternum to pubis and it is slightly curved like a shallow bowl with a round chin rest at one end and a V like wedge at the other. Wide enough to support the boy although he holds himself rigid above it, head and fiercely burning eyes locked forward, his back arched and his buttocks clenched tight while his legs are forced slightly apart. The diamond is still lodged in his mouth. The golden collar around his throat and the small delicate chain looping intricately around his cock are all still in place. The only addition is a fine dusting of gold that has been applied to his body along with a coating of what appears to be liquid gold to the soles of his feet. Every so often a gossamer thread of saliva begins its silvery descent from a facet of the diamond in the boys mouth, to pool on the polished silver tray below. At precisely 6 o'clock the guests begin to file in. The lowest ranking come first while those in ascension wait to make their entrance. Each of the guests is dressed in the same attire, a satin gown of red that covers them from head to toe leaving no clue to what else is worn underneath. They are shown to their respective seats ignoring the tables centrepiece, and prepare to await the arrival of Lorenzo Di Medici. Minutes pass with little conversation taking place until in small groups other guests begin to arrive. Those who are already seated know these people to be called collectively as, `The Indifferent.' Here on this occasion of the first banquet of a new ruler, the entire Medici family are required to attend. They are not so many as one might think. The Medici are very careful about breeding heirs to their fortunes. The indifferent range in age from seven to eighty nine and they are seated closest to the central chair, but in no particular order. All consider themselves equals and will only defer to the Pater Familias. A dignified older woman with beautiful silver hair tied back into a bun walks gracefully into the room, she is the only one attired in black and she has worn that since her son the late ruler passed away. She makes her way past the US contingent and stops, smiling to herself. "Good evening Mr President." She speaks with liquid tones. The man stands to his feet and bows deferentially over the woman's hand. "My Lady." He drawls. "A pity my grandson had you wear that particular colour as it really does not compliment your hair Dennis." She smiles as the president blusters, "Oh well, Lorenzo will have his fun." A woman with short almost 20's flapper style hair is nearing the couple and says with straight face, "Come now mother. Leave Derrick be, he has had a stressful afternoon." She moves on as the president responds under his breath. "Neither of those is my actual name." The granddam moves to seat herself as far away from her grandsons chair as she possible can. A seven year old boy already showing the mark of the Medici is seated next to her, and after one uninterested glance at the boy on the table he turns to the latest hand held device. It is not released to the stores for another six months but the lad has already clocked the device twice. A hush falls as Lorenzo enters the room accompanied by Adani and Keshiq. They are dressed in the same red gowns as the others, but Lorenzo is resplendent in a black tuxedo. The cut is so detailed that it accentuates and defines the muscles of his thighs and the narrowness of his waist. The white pleats of his shirt are perfect while the collar is open to the third Ruby button showing his well defined chest and collar bone. Lorenzo is chatting amiably as the two nobles accompany him in silence toward his chair, where he stops as his face contorts into a frown. Sitting in the adjacent chairs on either side of him are two of his family members. Sophia, Luca. Would you be so kind as to seat yourselves in a different position. You see I would dearly love to spend some quality time with some dear friends." He pauses while the two relocate themselves. "Grazie meile mio fratello, mia sorella. (Thank you my brother my sister.) I will make it up to you amore." He makes a show of pulling out the chairs for Adani and Kashiq before standing in front of his own chair. He raises his voice. "My guests, Benvenuto. Welcome. Thank you for joining my family for this little dinner. I do hope it is entertaining for you all. Now I think we should decide what the setting for our dinner should be." He pauses as if in thought. "I know, let us ask the bambini to decide." He gestures towards Darius and asks, "any suggestions Darius?" At that moment another silver thread begins to spool down from the diamond carbuncle. "Speak up, hmmm no ideas then. Well I shall have to ask Donatello." The young boy sitting next to Lorenzo's grandmother looks up from his game and says with little inflection in his voice, "The great colosseum at night Uncle Lorenzo, I always like that one." Lorenzo smiles, "Wonderful choice little one." He waves towards the door where Cyrus speaks into his earpiece. Between one heartbeat and the next the walls of the room flicker to life and the seated table appears to have been transported to the floor of the ancient arena. A gasp can be heard from many around the table as the effect is quite disorienting. The glow of the lights in the columns illuminates figures standing at different intervals on the upper tiers of the galleries. They are dressed in white tunics, both men, women, boys and girls. In all there are perhaps 150 of them swaying slightly as they appear to watch the diners below. Lorenzo sits himself down and like a well oiled machine a line of servants enters the room to place the turtle soup in front of each guest. They wait patiently for the Pater to begin but before he does he addresses the room again. "There is a theme to tonight's meal, I call it endangered, but the first course really should be called extinct. I believe there is a message there but for the life of me I can't think of it. Well don't stand on ceremony bon appetito, eat, eat." The assembled guests begin to eat and a buzz of conversation invades the room. Darius is still arched up and resisting relaxing onto the curved platform below him. His finely muscled forearms are tensing and relaxing in waves. His inner thighs can be seen to tremble with strain but he continues to hold his pose. His wavy brown hair is wet with perspiration and has separated into wisps that curl around his face. At the side he can see the faces of his parents. They are composed, with eyes that look at their son like an employee who has let them down. As the meal progresses one dish after another is placed before the guests each with matching wines of the highest vintage. Each dish has a central ingredient that is sourced from a severely endanger species. The fish course is a vaquita, a small porpoise like creature. It is served sitting on urchin roe and many find it to their liking. The venison is Saola, an almost extinct Vietnamese antelope, which is prepared in delicate wafer thin slices with an accompanying Vietnamese dipping sauce. The dinner continues in this fashion until with a slight groan Darius sinks onto the support platform beneath him, the function of which now becomes apparent to those around the table. The design is such that it cradles the boys torso perfectly, however it forces his small shoulders upwards while lowering his thoracic section and in turn raising his buttocks producing a sensuously curved back and a well presented arse. His still erect penis is forced down between his legs as the boy surrenders to the contraption. "About time, I was beginning to think we would have to postpone dessert while we waited." Lorenzo winks conspiratorially towards Kashiq before rising and raising his hands for attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Dessert is served." Lorenzo's mother and grandmother rise regally and nod towards him before holding out a hand to young Donatello. "Come bel regazzo, (beautiful boy) it is time we left Uncle Lorenzo to his delights. Perhaps dessert at Chez Roger in Monte Carlo might be nice no." The young boy rises without haste and wonders from the room still fiddling with his game. At the door the Granddam turns to the assembled and raises her voice slightly. "Lorenzo, might I address your guests?" "Of course Nonna Mia." The old woman smiles and with a gracious gesture says to the crowd. "My friends, should you wish to retire early you may do so now, I am aware even if my grandson isn't that his delights are not to everyone's palate. Having said that I will make my farewell." Without pausing she turns and slips quietly from the room. Lorenzo laughs. "My grandmother in a rare moment of consideration, but yes she is right. Please if you wish to retire you may do so." At this announcement several parties arise and perform obeisance to the Pater. The prime ministers of Australia and New Zealand along with their partners depart. The delegation from the Knesset glance with sympathy towards Kashiq as they exit the room. Many stay out of curiosity both women and men. Finally around 80 people are left expectantly watching Lorenzo. To his right Adani rises from her chair and pauses as Lorenzo politely coughs behind his raised fist. "With your permission Pater, I should like to depart. A mother knows her son must be disciplined, but it is a burden to watch it all the same." "True Adani," Lorenzo replies, "I haven't had the pleasure of having my own children yet, but I am curious about the sensations one feels. Very well you may depart with my blessing, but I must insist on seeing you before you leave." He leans forward and places a kiss on each side of the erect woman's pale face and watches as she leaves the room in unhurried steps. "Well then, that's better. My friends while I am busy with young Darius here, I have seen to your needs as well. You see there is an IR device in the arms of each of your chairs. If you would care to make a selection from the watchers," he waives his hand towards the tiers of the coliseum, "then I am sure you will not be disappointed." The assembled quickly find the devices and realise that there is a small infra red pointer that they can aim at the people standing quietly in the archways. Once they make their selection, a simple click of the button and the chosen one turns silently and leaves the arches of the coliseum to disappear into the gloom behind. Seconds later the same person reappears, rising from the steps onto the grand table where they make their way silently to the one who has chosen them. Lorenzo is always fascinated by the choices of those people he thought he knew. For instance an older portly white women clearly in her seventies is making her way towards a member of the Chinese delegation who is only perhaps twenty five years old, while a twelve year old blonde headed, angelic, giggling girl sits herself before a forty something woman from South Africa. A soft sensuous sound with muted drum beats mimicking a slightly elevated heartbeat begins to permeate the room providing an atmosphere of sexual tension, as one by guests begin to remove their satin robes. Underneath some are naked while others have on body adornment of various kinds. A flash of silver can be seen as a certain member of a very prominent royal family disrobes. Lorenzo nods his head in approval as a cock ring can be seen to its fullest advantage. Almost immediately it disappears down the throat of a 14 year old all American boy. Everywhere he looks the leaders of the world are enjoying the sins of the flesh. The pater wonders if they would be quite so open if they knew he was recording the event in 8k. "Well back to the matter at hand." He thought as he makes his way up onto the table to stand next to the young bound boy. "Kashiq, please join me." Lorenzo waives to the Arabic royal and the man dutifully joins Lorenzo and his son. "You must be warm in that outfit my friend. Remove it." His tone demands and Kashiq complies. Lorenzo's brows lift as the man, still wearing his traditional Kiffeyeh headwear, removes his robe to reveal a lean toned and very naked body underneath. His skin is light for a middle eastern man and he has a fine dusting of short dark hair between his small tan puckered nipples. His cock is flaccid still but it is thick and long ending in a circumcised helmeted head who's colour is slightly different from the rest of the shaft. His abdomen is taught and there is a pleasing trail of fine hairs that draw a delicate line from his belly button to his well trimmed pubes. He stands with his legs apart, confident, manly and proud. "Kashiq," Lorenzo exclaims. "Who knew such perfection lay beneath those boring robes you are so fond of? Do you see Darius?" Lorenzo kneels down in front of the boy who again raises himself up from the apparatus below him. "You will one day become just like your Baba. What a wonderful thing to look forward to no. For me however, you are perfect just as you are." The boy makes no attempt to reply but his big eyes stare directly into Lorenzo's with a pleading look. "Really Kashiq," Lorenzo says with mock exasperation. "Have you not taught you boy to reply when he is spoken to." Darius moans, saliva dripping from around the massive diamond in his mouth, and running down his chin. "Speak up boy." Again Darius makes a warbling sound but it is unintelligible as he mashes his teeth around the gag. "Well I think it is time to learn some manners, young man." Lorenzo leans forward and with a flick of his fingers snaps the catches on the diamond gag releasing it. Gently he slides a finger inside the boys stretched mouth and pries the diamond loose letting it fall to the silver tray below. Darius slowly closes his swollen lips in relief while running his tongue back and forth. "Thank you Pater." He says softly but remains with his back arched away from the curved bed beneath him. "Do you see your Babba's cock Darius?" Lorenzo strokes his thumb down the boys chin. "Have you seen it before?" "No Pater." The boy shakes his head. Lorenzo turns to the father in surprise "You have younger sons Kashiq?" "Yes Pater." "And have you not indulged with them?" "Oh indeed I have Pater. It is the way of my people to do so, but Darius has been marked aside for this occasion for many years so I have been circumspect with him." Lorenzo smiles. "Well I am honoured your highness." Lorenzo motions for Kashiq to step forward until his cock is almost brushing Darius' curly hair. The boys face is pointing downwards as he holds himself firm, but Lorenzo places a hand directly in the middle of Darius' back and begins to exert steady pressure. Before long the boy begins to tire and his back slowly arches until he is once again resting on the leather device, his buttocks parted and on display, while his chin extends forward. Kashiq's cock is now almost brushing the boys lips as his big eyes gaze up towards his father. "Now you will taste your father's cock. I will instruct you so that when you taste mine, and it will be soon, you will know what you are doing. Come open your lips boy." Darius slowly opens his mouth again, not taking his eyes from his father's face. As he does so Lorenzo places his hand around Keshiq's still flaccid phallus and begins to guide it to his sons lips. "Stick out your tongue Darius, make it as flat and wide as you can." Darius does so and Lorenzo places the head of his fathers cock onto the outstretched platform. As he does the impressive member begins to thicken and extend. "Do you see my boy? Your daddy likes that. Now slowly curl your tongue around his cock. Taste it, explore it, get to know it." Darius does as he is instructed without showing enjoyment in the task. By now Keshiq is fully erect. His engorged member is long and straight and marked by pulsing veins. "Now in a moment I am going to ask your Babba to push himself deep into your mouth. Do you understand?" Darius nods his eyes wide. "When I do so, you must not allow your teeth to hurt him. You must use your lips and tongue to give him pleasure. Be assured Darius if you insist on remaining defiant in this I will be most displeased." The boy swallows and opens his mouth wide. Without further coaching Kashiq pushes his rigid cock into his sons mouth as he rests a hand on his curly head. He watches as his boy's lips, so sweet and full, distend around him. He begins to pulse his hips forward and back fucking his sons mouth and from his lips comes a moan of pleasure. As he progresses, Kashiq begins to push deeper beginning to make the boy gag as saliva drips from his lips. "No no Darius." Lorenzo says. "You must relax your throat, open it. Allow your Babba to use all of it to his pleasure. Swallow around the shaft as it enters your throat." Darius gags and Kashiq withdraws to allow his son to catch his breath. When the boy has done so his mouth is once again full and he is valiantly trying to accept all 7 inches into his young gullet. Kashiq grunts and tenses, and Lorenzo pushes him away. "Not so fast your highness." He says. "There is much more to be done here before that release I think." Kashiq is panting heavily as he tries to regain his composure. Lorenzo gestures for him to change positions so that now he is standing side on before his son. His heavy cock and balls on full display. "Now I want you to watch closely Darius. I will demonstrate how to bring your Babba great pleasure but I will expect you to show me what you have learned." He raises his voice slightly and calls. "Cousin will you join us?" Darius at first can not see who responds to the Pater's call but strolling into his field of vision comes a boy of about 12. He is naked except for a leather harness that wraps around his neck with two leather straps that descend to another which circles his tiny waist. He is olive skinned with light brown hair and hazel eyes with remarkably long lashes. There is no hair on his pubis and his cock and balls are still those of a young boy. His buttocks are round and firm and from the leather harness there comes a small fine leather rope that runs down between his cheeks only to reappear as it wraps around his boyhood pushing it up and forward. "Ah Cosimo, would you be so kind as to give young Darius here a demonstration of your expert skills?" Without comment the young boy kneels before the naked man and with an artfully shy smile reaches his right hand forward to grasp Kashiq's balls. His little fingers form a circle around the man's scrotum and gently begin to drag the heavy balls downward. With his other hand he places the tip of his index finger at the base of the engorged penis and slowly draws it upwards scraping with his fingernail as he goes. A shudder rocks the man's body as Cosimo continues to lock his gaze onto Kashiq's. As the finger reaches midway along the shaft, Cosimo leans forward, his mouth opens lazily allowing his tongue to emerge and rest with a delicate feather touch on the small ridge of sensitive skin that emerges just below the head of his cock. With his mouth still open Cosimo exhales slowly allowing a caress of warm air to envelope Kashiq's manhood which almost proves too much for him. Again Lorenzo intervenes. "Come now Cosimo, I think we need to teach Darius some more basic skills before we head in that direction." Lorenzo chides the young boy before winking at Keshiq. "You know he once made me orgasm in just 90 seconds, start to finish. He truly is amazing. Well I guess that's what you get when you learn from the best." Cosimo releases his grasp on Kashiq's testicles and instead wraps his hand around the shaft of the cock before him. He then relaxes his lips and inches forward allowing the pressure of the rock hard cock to slowly part his jaw. When the head has disappeared into the boys willing mouth he begins to apply gentle suction as he rocks back and forth. His hand is also moving up and down the shaft as he masturbates the man before him. Cosimo looks sideways at Darius and winks before he slowly and deliberately slides his mouth down the shaft. He stops masturbating the cock and takes his hand away. Inch by inch the man's flesh begins to disappear as it slides into the boys willing throat. Without showing any discomfort Cosimo rests his nose against the mans pubis and Darius grunts in surprise as he sees the boys tongue protrude and lave the top of his fathers balls. Kashiq can stand it no longer and wraps his fingers in the boys hair. With force he begins to face fuck the lad harder and harder, grunting with the effort until, as he is almost fully withdrawn from the boys mouth his orgasm overtakes him. The first volley flying forward and dangling from the puffy ruby lips. The second finds him as his cock is just entering the boys throat and the third and forth are released as he holds the boys head firmly in place all movement ceased. Cosimo is dragging breaths in through his nose, but appears to be in no hurry to give up his meal, until eventually Kashiq relaxes and begins to withdraw his flagging member. Cosimo rises to his feet smiling. He takes his index finger and lifts it to remove the still dangling cum from his lips before happily taking it into his mouth as he leans back agains his Uncle Lorenzo. "Such a shame you couldn't hold it Kashiq, but I quite understand. Cosimo is a favourite of mine." Lorenzo caresses the young boy who mewls with pleasure. "Well now Darius, time to demonstrate what you have learnt." Around them moans and squeals of pleasure can be heard from the room at large. Here ends chapter 3. Hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you did. Thanks so much to those who took the time to write me. Embolisha@protonmail.com