Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2020 01:58:18 +0000
From: Embolisha <Embolisha@protonmail.com>
Subject: Indifferent chapter 9

Lorenzo's awareness slowly grows as his mind struggles to remove the
blanket of sleep.  He keeps his eyes closed and does a mental tally of
his surroundings from the last evening.  The cotton of the embroidered
sheets still so smooth and crisp as they fold over his skin, brings his
nerve endings to life.  The slight roll of the  bed in a gentle rhythmic
sway tells him he is still upon his private yacht somewhere in the
Mediterranean.  The movement so peaceful and calming helps delay his
entry into the world of wakefulness.  He casts his mind back to the
events of the previous evening but it is awash with images of succulent
folds of flesh and strident cries of pleasure and pain.

Who's?

Certainly the pleasure was his, yes, oh and some pain as well.  He
remembers demanding the young singer to fuck him while he took his
electric preferiti a second and third time.   Yes there is still a slight
burn in his arse, a tingle, an otherness.  He likes the feeling tho it is
not his usual way.  Being the Pater means that he must hold a certain
aloofness, a cruelty, a fuck and not be fucked mentality.  Last night tho
was special.  The boy Olio had awoken desires in him that he thought
exhausted.  The lad so normal and genial in appearance with likeable boy
next door qualities, had become a total boy whore when he had a cock up
his arse.   Slamming his little puckered hole repeatedly onto Lorenzo's
cock in abandon and growling his need to the four winds as he rode his
lust to its end.

For once Lorenzo's thirst for sex was completely sated, and he had
sought his rest alone in the grand suite of the mega yacht as it sailed
towards the dawn and a rendezvous with important decisions.

The man slowly opened his eyes to see the heavily draped room around
him.  With a wave of his hand the automatic curtains parted to let the
bright sunshine stream into the stateroom.   There is a feel to the
sunlight in this part of the world that only exists in this one place.
It is bright and warm and seems to fold itself around the objects in its
path with grace and sensuality.  Yes the Riviera is a special place and
one that Lorenzo holds dear to his heart.   A rich man's playground
indeed, and as the richest man on the planet the Medici patriarch feels
right at home.

From the mainland can be seen a small flotilla of craft making their way
out to the yacht bringing supplies and changes of serving staff.  Lorenzo
had requested that the staff be changed to male and female blonde
fourteen year olds for the remainder of the trip.  Not an easy request to
process but that didn't concern Lorenzo.  No he liked the aesthetic of
toned tanned and blonde at this moment and that is what he would have.
That is of course until he felt like red haired virgins, though it was
getting increasingly difficult to find those these days.  Oh well it was
lucky he had his own breeding program for those specialities.  His father
had been an extremely forward thinker on these matter that was sure.

Cyrus opened the door to the stateroom and ushered in the first of the
new staff with Lorenzo's morning coffee and papers.  The two boys and
girl were indeed blond and tanned with beautiful blue eyes and stunning
physiques.  They were dressed in gold briefs that left little to the
imagination.  Apart from the wide eyed nervousness the trio performed as
expected without incident and Lorenzo nodded to Cyrus with satisfaction.


"Good morning Pater."  Cyrus spoke with his quiet confidence.  "We
have arrived in the principality as you can see, and his Royal highness
has extended his welcome to the Medici.  He awaits your pleasure sir."
Cyrus indicates and one of the blond boys bows his head and climbs onto
the massive bed a short distance from Lorenzo.  He lays on his back and
lifts his legs grabbing behind his knees he pulls them open wide exposing
all of himself to the Pater.  With his blond curls tousled on top of his
head he regards the man in the bed as he reaches down to drag the gold
material away from his boy cunt.  From this direction Lorenzo can see the
hairless opening with the smooth taint above it.  The boys relatively
small testicles are pulled up tight and his finger reaches in to pull
open his teen boy pussy.

"Hmm very inviting indeed but I find myself not entirely in the mood
this morning."  Lorenzo drawls, regarding the exposed offering before
him.

"I hope you are not unwell sir," Cyrus speaks with a small frown.
"Should I call for the physician?"

"Not necessary, I am just a little spent from the exertions of last
night."

The boy looks towards the older man with large eyes, unsure if he is
being rejected or has caused offence and Lorenzo with uncharacteristic
concern leans forward and runs his finger around the puckered opening.

"You please me very much boy and I will definitely be entertaining this
sooner rather than later."  He pushes at the opening and the boy strains
his legs wider trying to draw the finger inside him.  "Hmmm hungry.  I
like that."

The two other teens are standing with impassive faces waiting for
instructions when Lorenzo lifts himself from the bed and walks naked
toward the bathroom.  He stops at the door and turns,

"Perhaps a morning bath before I see the prince of Monaco.  Which one of
you would like to wash my back."   With a quick movement all three teens
raise their hands.  The boy on his back leaps to his knees his briefs
still dragged to the side and exposing his buttocks.  Despite himself
Lorenzo smiles and gestures for all three to enter his bath with him.

"Some days are diamonds, some days are pearls."  Thinks the man to
himself as he lowers his body into the steaming water.


On the aft deck of the ship Darius is standing and looking out towards
the city.  He has been here many times over his short life.  Travelling
on state visits with his father and mother.  He can see the princes
palace on the hill where he has spent many nights watching the business
of adults play itself out.  Often during those times he would watch as
his father fucked his younger brother or offered him to the prince as he
was made to stay apart, marked as tribute for the Medici.  It had seemed
like a blessing then as he had listened to the squeals and grunts of
penetration, but now he was not so sure that he liked having to miss
out.  In future he would most certainly be the first one picked for those
occasions he promised himself.   The feelings awoken in the last few days
were still new and surprising, more so because he had been witness to the
erotic pleasures of men and women from a very early age but had never
truly understood the urges that drove them.

Right now tho, he had more pressing issues on his mind.  The job his
father had given to him could be undermined if he could not find a way to
supplant Olio in the Pater's bed.  Last night had been an eye opener for
him and he had watched with true admiration as an practiced boy whore
went to work.  He never would have thought that Olio would be so
accomplished.  The trip out to the island and the first day on the boat
had not given Darius any indication that such a thing lurked within the
lad.   He had taken Byron's departure with equanimity, not showing any
pleasure or displeasure, but underneath Darius could sense a sharp mind
at work.  When he had leaned across the Pater to whisper in Darius' ear
last night, he had subtly let the younger boy know that he was aware of
his thoughts and most certainly was not the brainless teen that he
appeared to be.

`But what to do?'  If he was to take matters to his father perhaps an
accident could be arranged.  After all it wasn't as if the pacific pact
had a lot of power to work against his fathers faction.  They were rich
yes, but not at all militarily minded.  It was the ones who they relied
on for protection that could cause problems, and as he had already worked
to disgrace that faction it would perhaps be unwise to eliminate the
Polynesian boy god.  So what then?

Slowly a plan forms in the boy's mind.  He knows that Lorenzo has a
cruel streak and so now he must play to the gallery and win back the
Pater's lust.  Defiance had done it once before and perhaps it would do
it again.   But it must be a different sort of defiance.  More overt and
confronting.  Make the Medici want to teach him a lesson.  Make him yearn
to dominate the prince of Persia.  With that end in mind the boy whistles
as he descends to the lower decks.  Upon reaching his room he removes all
his clothes and crosses to the closet where he picks out his outfit for
the day.  It is not what he was instructed to wear.  Those clothes the
Pater had chosen, no he would dress as an equal, as a king.  Donning the
traditional dress of an Emir complete with the headdress and crowning
band, Darius added a soft pair of slippers to his feet.  Underneath the
boy had chosen to wear nothing  but he  added dab of perfume to each of
his small buttocks before letting his finger trace itself inside his
tight hole.  A pair of Vuitton sunglasses and a metal neck band completed
the ensemble and Darius stood admiring himself in the mirror for a few
moments before he became aware of the extra body in his room.  He spun
around to see Cosimo de Medici sitting cross legged on his bed watching
him.

"Oh hi." He said as casually as he could.

"Hello."  The Medici boy replied with a straight face.

"Is there something I can help you with."  Darius asks with just the
right hint of naivety in his voice he thought quite proudly.

"Oh no I don't think you need any help at all."  Cosimo replies before
looking the boy up and down.  "You know what it is you're doing don't
you?  Uncle Lorenzo does not like to be played with.  I have seen some
who have tried in the past and the result has not been..... shall we say,
um pleasant."  Cosimo lowers his feet to the floor and stands up in
front of Darius.

"I don't think I would like to see that happen to you.  There is
something about you that I find interesting."  The boy hesitates.  "In
fact I think you are fucking hot.  There I've said it."  He looks at
Darius with his large brown eyes wide open.   "Ever since the night in
the grand dining room, I have been thinking about you.  You see.....
Well you taste like summer and spring all rolled into one.  I don't know
what it is but I just keep wanting more."  Cosimo leans forward and
sniffs, inhaling the young princes scent.  He leans back and smiles
before a frown crosses his face.  And motions towards what Darius is
wearing.

"Uncle Lorenzo is also very specific about what his preferiti wear.
You are his for the next month, that is the deal your family signed up to
when you were given as tribute.  If you do not comply he will not honour
the treaty your presence here has bought."

Darius hesitates.  He too is drawn to the young Medici.  The memory of
his cock in his mouth, the sight of his father's manhood splitting the
boy open is also still fresh in his mind, but to trust him would be
foolish.  He is Medici!

"Why are you interested in helping me?  You are `indifferent'.  There
is no one you can not have.  No one you cannot destroy.  I am just a toy
for your family."

"True."  Cosimo smiles at the boy.  "But every now and then even the
snake needs to be loved.  You see we Medici are born knowing that all is
ours.  It makes us a little bored with the world after a while.  We can
buy fear and respect, we can buy obedience and honour but we can not buy
adoration and love.  Even amongst ourselves there is respect and honour
but there is little love.  My uncle has fucked me many many times.  This
is not love.  Oh don't get me wrong, I love it.  God I would raise my
legs to that man every time he asked, you've felt his cock inside you
right. Awesome.  Anyway, it is not love, it is just lust.   So every now
and then, I want a little more than that."

"Ok, but what has that to do with me?"  Darius replies his whole body
stilled and quiet.

"Well I like you, I think you are smart, and, I was hoping that maybe I
could get you to like me."

"I do like you."  Darius hedged although deep inside he feels a tug.

"Good, now can you tell me what the idea is with wearing this outfit to
the Prince of Monaco's reception.  Uncle Lorenzo will go nuts."

Darius hesitates, his eyes locked onto the stunningly handsome youth
before him.  Everything in his being screams caution but the wide eyes
and the trusting expression play into the feelings of a boy far from
home.

"I must be the only preferiti left at the end of this.  It is a matter
of honour for my house."

Cosimo nods his head.  "And?"

Darius shrugs, "Well I thought he might like a little game to take his
mind of that slut Olio."

"And this is your way of playing a game?  The Pater will take it as
insult. As challenge."

"I know what I am doing." Darius snaps and steps back from the other
boy.

"Ok, Ok, but I can't help you if this all goes wrong."

"I didn't ask for your help."  He replies with a snap in his voice
however seeing the hurt in the other boy's eyes he relents, "but thank
you Cosimo.   I really do like you too."   Slowly Darius leans in and
brushes his lips across the lads in front of him.  Cosimo closes his eyes
and leans in allowing his lips to part and his tongue to snake into
Darius' mouth.

"Mmmmm."  the Medici sighs as he pulls back from the kiss.  "You
really do taste great."  He smiles at him.

"Thanks, you too."

"So is the plan to be taken hard by my Uncle?  Do you like playing
rough, I thought you were new to this arse fucking thing?"

Darius steps back at the direct words from the other boy.  "I am new to
it, but if I am going to be the last one standing then I need to find a
way to make your Uncle want me, and no I am not into pain that much."

"Neither is Uncle Lorenzo, but he will make an exception if he is
pushed.  So is it true what you told my Uncle about the immortality
treatment?"

Darius stills and focuses on Cosimo.  "Where did you hear about that?"

"Oh I hear things.  Mainly when I am standing outside Uncle Lorenzo's
door."  Cosimo giggles.  "So.... Is it true?"

Darius turns away and begins to walk towards the exit.

"I can not talk about that.  It would mean my life if I did.  Those
words were for the Pater's ears only."

"Ok then, geez, just asking."  Cosimo smiles and steps up to join
Darius as the pair leave the room heading towards the helipad and a ride
to the palaces of Monaco.


Lorenzo reached the helipad to find the great bird's rotors already
spinning.  Within the luxurious cabin the members of his family waited
for him, along with Olio and Darius.  Lorenzo is dressed to perfection in
Italian style.  His hair is smoothed back and parted and his eyes are
covered in dark sunglasses.  The man reaches up to remove them as he
enters the enormous helicopter where he pauses just inside the doorway as
his eyes adjust until he spots Darius seated to the right.

Lorenzo's face tightens into a small frown as he takes in the attire
that the boy is wearing, but Darius only stares back at him without
expression.  He sits back in his seat and raises his right leg to rest it
on the seat in front.

Without saying a word Lorenzo moves to sit in the empty seat towards the
front, and beckons Cosimo over to sit beside him.  The boy complies
quickly as the helicopter lifts from the platform and swings out across
the marina towards the stone palace on the hills of the city.

Soon Darius can see the incredibly ornate buildings looming larger as the
aircraft banks in to land in the forecourt.

As servants rush forward to open the door and place a step for
dismounting, other people can be seen leaving the front entrance of the
Palace and standing in orderly rows on either side of the grand doors.
In the centre of the wedged shaped line stands a man in his late 50's
who is dressed in a somber  grey suit, he waits patiently beside a lovely
blond younger woman  clad in an exquisite Givenchy gown.  Beside her is a
small 9 year old boy wearing a full highland kilt and regalia.  His white
crisp shirt is tucked inside the band of his kilt showing off the slim
waist.   Darius recognises George, the boy who won the selection of the
preferiti just days before.

As Lorenzo and those with him approach, the entire reception line
performs perfect obescience, along with the Prince, his wife and young
George.

Lorenzo strides forward and grasps the Prince of Monaco's hand dragging
him upright.  He places a hand warmly on his arm as he greets the man
with an air of friendliness that Darius has not seen displayed from the
Pater before.

"Berty!  Lovely to see you."  Lorenzo smiles before turning to the
exquisite lady beside him, "And Alice, you get more and more radiant
every time I see you."  He leaned in lightly brushing his lips on each
cheek in the custom of the French.

"Pater," the gracious woman smiled in turn at Lorenzo, "You are always
welcome here.  Come we have prepared brunch and can attend to your needs
while we talk."

The trio turned arm in arm ignoring the entourage behind them and walked
unhurriedly  up the stairs and into the gloom inside.

Darius followed along behind and kept an eye locked onto the newest
member of the preferiti who had joined the group.  Young George's face
split into a huge grin as he spied Olio and Darius approaching him.  The
smile lit his beautiful eyes which danced with excitement.

"Hi.  Wow, it is great to see you.  I have been here for half a day
already, which has given me a bit of a head start on exploring this
place.  The Pater called for me to be present, so...." the boy shrugged
his little shoulders, "here I am."

"Hey bro."  Olio smiled back and offered a fist for the boy to bump
while Darius remained impassive and stoic, his face showing no signs of
welcome at all.

George looked up into the prince's eyes and the smile slightly dimmed on
his face before he shrugged and spun on his heel grabbing Olio's hand
and dragging him along behind him.  As he did the hem of his Kilt spun up
to reveal the flesh of his little round buttocks, and for the briefest of
moments Darius could see the circular outline of the base of a
transparent pink butt plug wedged, between the boy's cheeks.  Darius
guessed it must have quite a sizeable one as the boy was walking with a
noticeable effect.

Inside the great Palace, Lorenzo sat at table  next to the ruler of the
tiny principality.  Their conversation had been banal up until this point
but the man leant forward and captured the attention of the prince, his
eyes boring deep into the him.

"Berty, what have you heard regarding the Middle East contingent.   Are
there rumours of new technology which is being held back from us?"

The prince coughed politely into his hand before replying, "Pater, there
are some discrepancies in information coming from that sector.  I have
lost five good men who were sent to gather what intelligence they could.
From the lack of information we are getting I would assume that there is
something quite large in the offing."

"Could it threaten us?"

"I would find it hard to imagine anything or anyone who could, or would
risk threatening the Medici, but it may be that this faction are trying
to position themselves as first among equals in the nations of the
world."

Lorenzo sighed and relaxed back into the massive chair on which he was
positioned.

"I have had some information given to me by young Prince Darius.   He
has indicated that his father may be in possession of technology that
could prolong life.  Indefinitely.  Would this give them enough power to
challenge us?"

The middle aged man raised his eyebrows in surprise.  "It would
certainly give them immense bargaining power Pater."  His brow furrowed
into a frown as he continued to think out loud.  "It would create a
demand like no other.  A definite division of the haves and have nots.
I believe if not controlled by you and yours, the ramifications of this
could serve to topple even you."

"That is what I thought too.  I will need to take steps immediately to
secure the technology, but I am sure that Kashiq has planned for just
such an eventuality.  I have been far too lenient with that lot.  I
should have done some house cleaning of the Royal lines some time ago.
 It has placed my house in a vulnerable position and I will not have it.
 I must take stock at once.  Hmmm, that leaves me with that headstrong
boy Darius.  Kashiq's first born who is currently in my care, and trying
desperately to overhear our conversation at this present moment."

The pair looked down the long laden table to see the handsome prince
watching them intently.  The boy blushed and averted his eyes quickly but
not before he realised he had been caught.

Lorenzo pushed back his chair and stood to his feet indicating that the
ruler of Monaco should join him.

"Thank you for the meal Berty," he said with casualness as they walked
side by side from the room.  "Say do you still have that incredibly well
stocked dungeon?"

"Indeed I do.  It is yours to use as you wish, Pater."

"Excellent.  Perhaps you would be so kind as to have Darius escorted
there this afternoon, I believe he is in need of another lesson in the
art of humility.  The use of Royal robes for this occasion was a little
bit overt, even for one of his race don't you think?    As for now I
think Cosimo and that new boy might need a little attention."  He sighed
dramatically, "My work is never done."

"Yes Pater."


The two left the hall heading for the enormous guest wing that had served
as a respite for the Medici family for generations.


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Hi all.  Been a while coming I know, but no apologies from me for that.
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