Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2019 19:36:48 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: The indifferent 5 The Indifferent chapter 5 The play of shadow across his face causes Darius to wake with a start. He stares up into an underwater world as a giant manta ray slowly swims above him. His mind takes a moment to adjust to his surroundings before he becomes aware of the room. He is laying upon red satin sheets underneath a vaulted perplex ceiling that opens out onto a magnificent aquarium. Towering coral outcrops filled with tropical fish are complemented by gracefully moving large predators who seem to move in a stately dance as they make their way around the massive space. The boy lies still trying to piece together the events of the last evening. He remembers the banquet all too well. He remembers leaving with the Pater and coming to this amazing room and ...... then there is a disconnect as though his consciousness ceased to exist until he woke moments ago. He takes stock of his body, noticing the soreness in his muscles. The tenderness in his buttocks. He reaches a hand down his naked body and slowly pushes a finger into his small puckered sphincter, before withdrawing it and finding it coated with semen. Is there more than one load inside him? Did the Pater use him again when they reached this room? Why can't he remember? He has trained many years for this event but the reality was still far different than he had expected. He had expected pain. He had been told of the pain, however he had not expected to enjoy the pain as he had. The need inside him had taken him by surprise as time and time again Lorenzo's cock had pushed against his inner walls. Almost he had forgotten his purpose in the heat of the moment as he had accepted the Pater's thrusts. His small body opening itself up with needs he had not before truly understood. Darius sits up suddenly looking around the large space. He is alone. Lorenzo is no where to be seen. The boy raises himself to his knees and sits back on his haunches which opens his boycunt allowing the spermy load within to rush out onto the satin sheets beneath him. The sensation is quite amazing and his boyhood responds by slapping up against his smooth pubis. He again inserts a finger inside himself and explores the space within, his little hips pushing back and forth as above him a pair of sharks begin to circle. "Buon journo, Darius." The boy turns towards the sound his hand still working away at his sphincter. Cyrus is approaching the giant bed his face indifferent to the display. "You seem to have made quite a mess there boy." He nods indicating the wet stain below the kneeling lad. "Not to worry, these sheets will be replaced shortly, as are many things within this palace." Cyrus holds Darius' gaze and the boy stops his movements slowly withdrawing his fingers from his rectum he smirks at the older man before deliberately wiping his coated fingers in the fine satin material below him leaving a darkening stain. He leans back placing his hands behind him his small flat chest and stomach lengthening as he widens his legs exposing his still hard cocklet even more as if in invitation. Cyrus must admit he is sorely tempted. From this angle he can see the smooth line below the little scrotum as it descends into the delicious dark fold of his gluteals glimpsed between the boys open legs. He knows better than to take what belongs to the Medici without permission and he can see the game the boy is playing. His loyalty to the family is not for sale, even for some undeniably exquisite boypussy. He maintains his expression and flicks a finger towards a leather chair sitting beside the bed which contains some interesting clothing. "Enough of that boy. You are to dress and join the master for breakfast in the capella. There is an attendant in the bathroom to see to your needs. I would not keep the Pater waiting if I were you." He raises an eyebrow at the boy. "Give me your hand Darius." He orders and the boy moves forward on hands and knees his eyes not leaving the older man's as he comes. The boy licks his lips suggestively and the seneschal responds. "Enough." He snaps, "Give me your hand." Darius lifts his arm and Cyrus clasps a gold band around his wrist. For a second there is a burning heat that causes Darius to gasp and grab for the band trying to remove it. Almost immediately the heat dissipates leaving the boy studying his wrist. The face of the band is smooth like the surface of some viscous liquid and when Darius presses it with his finger it yields slightly before springing back into shape. There is no discomfort now and Darius can hardly feel the band on his wrist at all. He raises his eyes questioningly and Cyrus responds. "The Comm will allow us to assist you as you make your way around the palace. We wouldn't want such a prize to get lost now would we?" The man smiles cryptically to himself as Darius frowns with displeasure. He knows that the Medici have just collared him again and he will have to move with caution. Cyrus turns and leaves the room without a backward glance and Darius steps off the large bed and heads towards the bathroom. He can see it and the waiting attendant through the Perspex walls of the bedroom like a bubble on the floor of the ocean. He proceeds down the small transparent corridor, ignoring the predators around and emerges into the sumptuous bathroom. The attendant, a man in his twenties, bows towards the naked boy and sets about readying his bath as Darius sits himself upon the toilet and strains to empty the remains within him. When he is done the man steps forward and pulls a small hose from behind the toilet. "What are you doing?" Darius snaps. "Forgive me master, but the Pater requires this." He moves forward and places a hand on the boy's buttocks gently parting them to expose his tiny hole. He then inserts the silver nozzle on the end of the hose inside his anal sphincter causing Darius to gasp. The boy feels the cool flush of water rush into him and he squirms at the sensation within. The nozzle is removed and the water flows out to stain the bowl beneath. Again it is inserted and again the water flows only this time it emerges clean and the attendant returns the hose to its resting place. He indicates the waiting bath and Darius sinks slowly into the blissful warmth of the soapy water his mind roiling with the possibilities before him. After some time he raises himself and leaves the bath allowing the man to dry him and rub lotion into his body. Darius closes his eyes as the man's hands massage into every crevice. Soon he finds himself dressed and stops to gaze at his reflection. He is clothed in a gold shift that ends below his knees. A fringed fabric belt wraps several times around his waist, while a thin gold ribbon has been wound around his forehead and through his softly curling hair. The comm on his wrist vibrates and he looks down to see a small glowing arrow pointing towards the open doorway of the small bathroom. A rush of anger fills him and he decides to do anything but obey the insistent demand from the device on his wrist. He stands with his back to the door and begins to study the play of light through the underwater world outside the Perspex walls. Soft dapples of light reflect across the coral reef and Darius feels himself relaxing as he watches the almost mesmerising play until suddenly a sharp burning pain sees him clutching his wrist and whirling to confront a threat he can not see. Once again he looks down to see the insistent arrow pointing towards the doorway, only this time it is reflected in glowing red tones. With a scowl on his features the young boy steps towards the doorway noticing that the indicating arrow has turned green. He stops, hesitating, testing. With searing intensity the red arrow reappears and the pain returns causing Darius to drop to his knees. With effort the boy lifts himself and steps forward again causing the pain to cease. With grim realisation he knows that his free will has been removed and he is at the mercy of the small red arrow indicating the direction he must travel. Darius follows the changing directions as he leaves the bedroom suite. His attention is so focused on the small device that he is oblivious to the immense corridors filled with exquisite art. On and on he travels, past the treasure of ages until the green arrow flashes to the left and completely disappears leaving him standing looking through an open doorway into an oasis of flowering plants. In the centre of the round forested room is a small table at which the leader of the Medici is seated, he is wearing an opened collared crisp white shirt and blood red chinos and he holds a small cup of espresso in his hand as he casually chats with Darius' mother. He looks up with a smile. "Ah, buon journo mio ragazzo. So nice for you to join us." Says Lorenzo rising and placing both hands on the boys shoulders. He leans forward and kisses Darius on both cheeks before showing him to a chair at the white table. "You may be able to settle an issue for us my boy." Lorenzo waves indicating Adani. "You see we have been discussing the latest trade negotiations between your homeland and the central banks.... Your mother thinks that I have been unduly harsh in demanding a raise in interest rates on the oil excise, but I am not convinced that we shouldn't explore the potentials of renewable energy." Adani smiles at her son although he can see the tension in the lines around her mouth. To Darius it is telling that his father is not present at these discussions. For a man to cede negations to a female in his culture is almost unthinkable and this insight gives the boy an understanding of the high stakes that are being bartered around this breakfast table. "My son. You look very well this morning." Adani nods her eyes holding her sons gaze like a vice. "Thank you mother. I am more than I was yesterday." The boy replies, squaring his shoulders and holding his head erect with pride causing his mother to relax ever so slightly. "Pater, the world still relies upon the bounty of my country. Would it not be foolish to penalise us with heavy tariffs before one has developed the ability to utilise renewable energy at appropriate levels. Perhaps a reduction in tariffs would be more suitable so that we can adapt to a changing market." Darius leans forward and plucks a cornetti from the table and bringing it to his lips takes a small bite. Only then allowing his eyes to lift to look at the powerful man before him. Lorenzo smiles with appreciation at the boy's cleverness. "I see the blood of the silk route traders is alive and well no?" he leans back in his chair steepeling his fingers before him. "I wonder if allowed to proceed with such boons, would not your country succumb to the temptation of expansion?" "You have said yourself my lord, we are nothing but traders. Procurers, hawkers. We Bedouin's have no real desire to rule others outside of our homelands, but give us a challenge and we will happily haggle until the mountains crumble and the seas boil to dust." Lorenzo smiles in acknowledgment of the gambit. "So what do you have to haggle then my young prince?" Darius pauses before he plays his hand. "I will humbly offer you what my father has instructed, Pater. However I will not do so until you have tasted the other candidates that you have chosen. Only then must you judge if what we bring is worthy of the mighty Medici" Quickly he stands and approaches the seated man as Lorenzo's face forms into a frown of displeasure. He presses his lithe little body against Lorenzo and leans in to whisper in the Pater's ear as his mother remains tense behind him. Lorenzo reacts with surprise as he listens to a soft whisper in his ear. His features calm and he sits back with a look of contemplation upon his beautiful face. "Alright, boy. I will accede to this request but on the proviso that you are present as I - how did you put it - `taste the other candidates'." Darius sits back and bows his head towards Lorenzo. "Adani, you should be proud of this one. Such grace under pressure is a rare trait indeed." Lorenzo says as he returns to his espresso. With all the dignity she can muster the boy's mother replies. "He is a member of my house Pater, what more can be said." Adani rises and passes behind her son resting a hand momentarily on his cheek before crossing to Lorenzo. "With your permission Pater, I shall depart and join my husband before we leave for our homeland." Lorenzo waives his permission and Adani leaves the room. Silence falls in the breakfast room and the two occupants eye each other as they finish their morning meal. Lorenzo makes no bones about openly studying the young boy opposite him. He notices again the graceful curve of the boy's neck as it flexes and shifts in time as Darius chews on his breakfast pastry. Darius watches Lorenzo in turn. Noting the graceful hands and the slow pulse in his exposed throat. He is struggling to correlate the experiences of last night with this genteel setting. Last night this man forced Darius' legs apart and thrust his not inconsiderable cock all the way inside the boy's still twitching arse. Darius shudders at the memory and grinds his small buttocks into his chair hoping to still the itch within. As if he can sense the thoughts in the boy's head, Lorenzo chuckles to himself. "May I ask what is so amusing my Lord." Darius asks with a serious expression. Again Lorenzo chuckles as he sees that welcome spark of defiance within the boy. Is it sincere or is it artifice? "I find you amusing." He says noting the darkening frown on the lads face. "Do you think I am unaware of you and your fathers plans here?" Darius' frowning expression is quickly rearranged into one of neutrality. He reaches forward to place his unfinished pastry on the table, not sure of what is coming next. "I enjoy games as much as the next man young prince, but I rarely play without knowing the stakes. Are you sure the same can be said for you and your Baba." Darius licks his lips slowly. "I am unsure what you mean Pater". He says with his best imitation at innocence. The reply is quick and forceful. "Do not disappoint me Darius by playing unintelligent. You are here in this instance because I let you be here, and I am mildly intrigued by reasons behind your ploy yesterday." Lorenzo slowly rises to his feet his lopsided smile still very much in place. "If I wished it I could arrange for your entire family, every branch of it, to cease to exist. Your father knows this and so I find it intriguing that he would risk such a thing by leaving it in the hands of an exquisite but inexperienced boy." Lorenzo walks around the table and begins to lean in over the boy who tenses up and leans back. He places a hand on the bare skin of his leg, just below the tunic and forcefully pushes the boys legs apart. Darius looks up into the face above him and struggles to keep his composure. "Pater, my father is only interested in protecting his country and the people within it. I am his son and would honor him in any way I ...." Darius stops speaking as Lorenzo places two fingers inside his mouth stretching the boys lips apart. His eyes open wide pleading. The man doesn't say a word as he removes his fingers and lifts the boy's leg pulling aside his underwear to forcefully shove his two fingers into the small puckered hole within. Darius gasps in pain and struggles to close his legs pushing at the larger man's arms until Lorenzo finds the little nub within the boy's bowl and begins to run his fingers over it. Soon Darius begins to pant. His small cock is straining at the fabric of his red briefs as just below his balls that same fabric is being pulled aside to expose his little cunt while Lorenzo finger fucks him. Without warning Lorenzo removes his fingers and stands, turning to exit the room leaving a small dishevelled boy panting on the seat behind him. As he turns the corner Lorenzo looks back, "Come Darius. We have much to do and much to taste." he lifts one of the fingers that was so recently inside the small boy and runs it into his mouth. "Mmmm, I do love a good 12 year old." He laughs as he continues on, not waiting to see if the boy would follow. Darius quickly rises to his feet and hurries to catch up to the Pater wondering for the first time if perhaps he is not at all up to the challenge ahead. Here ends chapter 5, sorry for the delay folks but life is busy. Thanks to those who wrote me encouraging me to continue. If you like my work please let me know. Embolisha@protonmail.com Oh and donate to nifty. Cheers.