Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2019 03:22:16 +0000 From: Embolisha Subject: The Indifferent 7 Hi all, Sorry for the wait. As always this is a work of pure fiction. Fantasy is best dealt with inside the mind, and please remember `First do no harm." Oh and how about a donation for nifty while your at it. Cheers. The Indifferent Chapter 7..... "You can't be serious Lorenzo?" The 34 year old man says as he reaches forward to place his drink on the large dining table. "I am, Luca. There is no reason to deny the request at present. They have been deceitful, true, but I believe it is only to jockey themselves into closer position to us." Lorenzo speaks with quiet assurance. He places a piece of cantaloupe wrapped in prosciutto on his plate and begins to cut it with a fork. Luca is the second in line to the leadership of the house of Medici. As a member of the indifferent he treats, and is in turn treated as equal by all other members, only deferring to his slightly younger cousin who currently holds the mantle of rulership. "But there is the question of balance cousin. If we give them the notion that they are able to bargain with us do we not open the gates to dissension amongst not only them but others? And there is the question of the environmental impact." "Oh enough." Lorenzo snaps, waving his hand in the air. "What is environmental impact to us. It simply means a thinning of the heard. So what if a few low lying cities disappear beneath the waves it is all the same. Besides with the new inventions we will have control over the climate of many regions. I could even go skiing in the Sahara if I wanted too." He pauses to take a mouthful of the fruit and as he chews he lifts his eyes to stare at his cousin. "Delicious. No I have no fear of dissent from any of them but it was something that Kashiq's boy whispered in my ear at breakfast that has got me intrigued." Luca's face remains impassive. "Well." "He said one word Pisano. `Immortality.' " The older man again remains still before throwing his head back and laughing out loud. "You are joking. Or they are joking. Please Lorenzo, tell me you are not falling for that one." "You did not hear the way he said it. With assurance, finality. As though he knew it was a possibility. The one thing in creation that still defeats us is death. Mastery over that is a prize worth bargaining for no." Luca leans back in his chair and runs his fingers across the designer stubble on his chin. "It would seem so to you cousin. Just be sure not to give away the entire empire for an empty golden egg." "You worry too much. I have spoken to Cyrus and the other advisers about this and they are in agreement. Already I have put plans in place that should the Arabs betray us, their kingdoms will fall. I will wipe them from the earth as a lesson to all." Lorenzo smiles with assurance. At that moment the group of rowdy boys comes hurtling into the dining salon. No longer naked they are all dressed in shorts and singlets and they barrel to a halt as they spot the two men sitting at lunch. "Ah... Bambini." Lorenzo smiles motioning for the boys to come further and sit at the table. "Did you enjoy your activities this morning?" "Yes thank you uncle Lorenzo. They did really well on the Aqua scooters." Donatello beams at his uncle. "So I believe little one. Especially Byron and Darius huh." Lorenzo quips with a straight face causing the two boys mentioned to look up guiltily at the Pater. Neither one speaks but waits upon the pleasure of the powerful man. "Sit and eat boys. You will need your strength." Lorenzo says and the four boys obey, picking at the platters of food arrayed on the table before them. The two men sit watching them eat with a predatory intensity which the three older boys notice. Byron and Olio give each other a slight nod and smile while continuing to eat, however Darius reaches up and puts his half eaten food back upon the plate. He then sits back in his chair and stares straight ahead at the wall opposite his face composed into passive lines although his shoulders are back and his posture is erect. Slowly the corners of Lorenzo's mouth begin to turn up in a smile of appreciation at the metal of the boy. Here he was in the middle of the Lion's den but he acted as though he was without fear. A trait Lorenzo admired completely. Donatello's little eyes kept darting back and forth between his uncle and his new friend. He placed his cup back on the table and stood up from his chair. He approached his uncle Lorenzo and with the elasticity of youth climbed up into his lap leaning forward and placing his hands on either side of the man's head. "You know about Ronnie and Darius don't you uncle Lorenzo?" The man looks into his nephew's eyes and nods. Behind them Byron snaps his head up his eyes wide with fear while Darius shows no outward signs of acknowledgment. "Are you mad at them?" Again the man nods. Byron's eyes begin to dart towards the doorway as if looking for escape. "Please don't be mad at them. We were just having the bestest time and Ronnie got a bit carried away I think." Lorenzo smiles at his nephew again and leans forward to plant a small kiss on both his cheeks. "Such a kind boy Donatello. We may need to toughen you up a little." Donatello giggles childishly and relaxes his small buttocks down onto his uncles lap where he wriggles back and forth. Despite himself Lorenzo feels his manhood begin to grow and laughingly says, "perhaps not. You are, as always, a delight regazzo. Now if you have finished your lunch take Olio down to the basketball court and show him your best moves." The boy excitedly launches himself from his uncles lap and grabs the Polynesian boy's hand dragging him from the room. Byron trying to compose himself glances longingly at the two lads as they happily leave. He is unsure of what is to come and is only now realising the mistake he has made on the aqua scooters. His mind is racing desperately trying to think of a way to resolve the problem. He glances at Darius but again the boy is still staring straight ahead with a passive composed yet somehow defiant gaze. "No help there." He thinks. Falling back on his training he almost unconsciously arranges his body into the most alluring position he can. The rose pink oversized singlet he is wearing moves so that right pectoral muscle and nipple become exposed. He moves his left leg to the side while rotating it slightly so that the lime green shorts he has on gape and ride up on his thigh. He is aware of how attractive he is, and he lowers his head before giving it a flip to flick his blonde hair out of his eyes. Those golden orbs now look beseechingly towards Lorenzo in appeal. Lorenzo studies the boy without expression. He reaches forward and lifts the sharp little pairing knife from the plate before him before upending it and placing its point down onto the plate below. He begins to lazily spin the knife around with his index finger positioned on the hilt and balancing it delicately. "You know I admire my nephew a great deal. He has always been a generous boy, never once minding sharing his toys. I, on the other hand, never got the hang of that. I don't like sharing my toys, especially without permission." Byron's breathing begins to increase and his wide expressive eyes begin to fill with moisture. "Pater, forgive me. I didn't think." "No. YOU DIDN,T." Lorenzo snaps forcefully, "But you will." Still seated he turns to his cousins. "Pisano, this `Toy' needs to be taught a lesson. I don't think I wish to play with it. Will you try it out for me?" Luca smiles at his cousin and rises to his feet. He inclines his head, "Of course Pater." Lorenzo leans back into his chair staring at the two boys across the room as Luca circumnavigates the table. Byron is watching him like a baby gazelle seeing his doom approach, his head turns slowly as the man approaches until he is craning it up and back. His full pouty lips slightly apart as Luca can see just the tip of his red tongue fluttering behind his lower teeth. The man admires the perfect boy below him. The silky soft skin disappearing behind the colourful clothing he is wearing. The small brown nipple now tightened and fully erect as the boy's chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly. The man reaches forward and runs his hand through the boys straight hair before curling his fingers up and catching the strands up into a fist at the crown of his head. Byron gasps as the first hint of pain catches him. He looks up to see the man lowering his head towards him as he twists the boys head back opening his mouth involuntarily. Luca spits into the boy's mouth before plunging his tongue inside wrestling and exploring every part. As he pulls back a bridge of saliva stretches between the boy and the man. "I am going to enjoy this." Luca says as he keeps his fist in the boy's hair and forces him to stand up from the chair facing away from him and towards Lorenzo sitting opposite. "Pater, please." The boy pleads, small tears trailing out of the corner of those glorious eyes. Lorenzo remains still giving no help to the now desperate boy. "I'm sorry Pater. I want my first to be you. Please Pater. My first is supposed to be you. Please.... Please...." Luca begins to slide his hands inside the waistband of the small shorts. He pulls them out and down looking at the beautiful rounded arse that appears below. The two dimples in the small of the boys back are exposed as the man lifts the pink singlet up and off, releasing the boy's hair as he does, only to return to gathering in his fist once the boy is naked. Luca applies pressure to Byron's head forcing the boy forward onto the table and exposing his little hole as he goes. With his other hand he traces a finger down the ridge in the boy's back until he gets to the fold of his arse cheeks. With his thumb on one cheek and his index finger on the other he pulls them apart stretching the perfect cunt inside. Byron is now laying with his chest on the table, his arms thrown out to the sides while his head is pulled back looking towards Lorenzo. His little ball sack and small but lovely cocklette is pushed back as his legs are forced slowly wider. Luca leans his head down and gazes at the sight before him. He has seen a few boys like this over his time, but this one was particularly lovely. The hairless and flawless skin of his taint making the man's mouth water. He breathes in the scent before extending his tongue and driving inside the little winking hole. Byron gasps out loud and wriggles his arse around trying to dislodge the probing tongue inside him only to hear Luca laugh out loud. "You should taste this cunni cousin," he says. "Exquisite." He pushes his nose inside the boy as his tongue swirls the small marbles in his nut sack around and around. He then drags his lips up running them over the little ridge between his balls and his boypussy before fastening them over the opening and sucking for all he is worth. Despite himself Byron begins to moan and pant as the sensations the older Medici is delivering begin to build inside him. With one last desperate plea he appeals to the ruler who is gazing impassively at the scene. "Pater. Please don't dishonour me. You must be the first. Please sire." Lorenzo slowly rises from his chair and leans forward across the table taking Byron's outstretched chin in his fingers. "You took what did not belong to you and now you ask me for a favour." The man's eyes bore into the youngling, waiting, judging his timing until he says, "We are MEDICI boy. Your favour has ended." Just as Luca thrust his girthy 8 " cock inside the boy's tight cunt. Byron's eyes widen and he screams, arching back as he is impaled feeling the man's pubic hair push against his taint. Without waiting Luca begins to thrust in and out of the now limp boy on the table. He lifts the lads leg to the side giving him greater access and the small body begins to jerk back and forth. Byron has always known that he would be fucked one day. He has known and looked forward to it. Often he had fingered his little cunt in preparation groaning and twisting as his fingers found the sensitive spots inside him. The sensations he is feeling now are beyond what he thought the experience would be. He has been trained in what to expect, how to manage the pain, how to find the pleasure in it, for him the greatest problem in this moment is that it is not Lorenzo Di Medici who is fucking in and out of his stretched pussy. He begins to moan louder arching his back and looking up into the Pater's indifferent eyes. For him the only chance of salvaging this mess is to perform as best he can, and perhaps entice the Pater to take him as well. Lorenzo's pointer finger is positioned just below the boy's lips and Byron flicks his tongue out and circles it around. Lorenzo can see the strain on the boy's neck and back as he is being roughly fucked by his cousin. He slowly pushes his finger inside the boy's mouth and the lad moans louder as he closes his lips around the invading digit laving it with his tongue. The sight is incredibly erotic and Lorenzo hardens as he watches the beautiful small buttocks quiver and roll to each thrust. He can just see the boy's cock whipping back and forth as it dangles towards the table below. Now Lorenzo reaches down and frees his cock from his pants, climbing up onto the table he removes his finger from Byron's mouth and inserts his manhood inside. Byron takes to it like a complete whore, moaning and twisting his head, using every tactic he has learnt to stimulate the master. Lorenzo looking down sees the boy's cheek distend with the shape of his invading cock inside. Luca now lifts Byron's leg of the table and places it high on his shoulder almost making the limber boy look like he was doing the splits as he continues to pound away at the now loose hole beneath him. With a grunt of surprise the muscled man tenses up and thrusts hard into Byron, holding himself still. The boy also grunts as he feels the pulse of the cock deep inside him, but he continues to service the man in his mouth licking around the frenulum and drawing the precum from the small opening at the top. Luca drags in a huge breath as his release subsides. He slowly removes his rapidly deflating cock from the reddened pussy and grins to his cousin. "You know, you really should try him. It is a nice ride." "Yes Pater, Please take me now." Byron pants and quickly changes position on the table, lying on his back and drawing his knees up to expose his cunt. A small trickle of white begins to drip out of the open hole and Lorenzo licks his lips finally relenting he plunges forward and impales the waiting boy. Byron screams out in relief and bucks his hips forward capturing as much of the older man inside him as he can. This is what was supposed to happen. This was his purpose here and he is intent of reclaiming as much of this experience as he can. He begins to clench the muscles of his cunt around the cock inside him massaging it and dragging it inside even as the man is withdrawing. Lorenzo is becoming more and more lost in the talented beautiful boy beneath him. He plunges forward and thrusts his tongue inside the willing mouth as Byron's arms wrap tightly behind his neck. His legs wrap around Lorenzo's torso. Lorenzo sits back on his haunches dragging the boy with him and with his hands on the small hips lifts him up and down upon his rock hard pole. Byron braces himself and taking control forcefully fucks himself throwing his head back involuntarily and allowing the Pater suckle on his neck as they fuck. Before long Lorenzo feels the boy's arse muscles tighten and the cocklette begin to twitch against his stomach as the dry orgasm overtakes this prince of the Americas. Lorenzo too feels his release approach and his muscles tense as he grips the lad and forces him fully onto his manhood holding him tight as he thrashes back and forth. Jet after jet spurts up into the warmth of the willing arse as the little cunt lips quiver and clutch around the girth of the man's cock. Byron relaxes and breathes out with sob clutching his arms around Lorenzo. "Thank you Pater." He says planting little kisses on the man's neck and jaw. Lorenzo pulls out of the boy with a popping sound and disentangles himself returning to his seat where he looks at the boy sitting with his legs wide and leaning back on the table. A puddle of cum collecting on the hard surface below. "You will return to your father immediately. Tell him `the eagle bows to the snake.' He will know what this means." He rises slowly repositioning his clothes, "Oh and never presume the Medici can be bargained with again. Goodby Byron." He says and without further regard turns and leaves the room leaving a young recently fucked boy looking after with pleading eyes. All this time Darius has been sitting in his chair staring at the spot on the wall, not moving a muscle. Now however he leans back against his chair with a hint of a smile on his face. "One down." He thinks to himself before he rises and goes in search of Olio.