Page 48 of Various Intentions
Vincent blanched. “I don’t think so, Sir. But I like to watch. He seems to get off on it.”
Indeed. The redhead had an impressive, leaking boner that didn’t seem to flag, no matter how much he protested the pain.
When the Dom was done, he released his boy from the wooden contraption. The red-headed submissive fell to his knees at the Dom’s feet and proceeded to kiss and lick his boots in an excess of thanks for the abuse.
“Enough. Stand.” The Dom’s voice held strength and confidence.
The boy got up, trembling and covered with a sheen of sweat, before his Dom, who gazed at the crowd.
“Would anyone like to reward my boy? He deserves something special after that performance.”
I glanced at Matteo, who licked his lips and inclined his head. I raised my hand.
“May I offer Matteo, Sir? I’d like to put him to work, and your boy would benefit from his skills.”
The blond Dom assessed both of us, then nodded. “Bring him forward.”
I stepped forward and guided Matteo to stand before the Dom. It was a relief, after all the heavy shit we’d dealt with recently, to be in a situation where we were simply Dom and sub.
The Dom introduced himself. “My name is Master Cameron. My boy’s name is Arthur.” He looked Matteo over with undisguised lust. “You can give him a reward for good behavior, if I may call upon you after.”
Matteo glanced my way. I nodded. He bowed his head before Master Cameron. “I am at your service, Master Cameron.”
As a condition of entry into this exclusive event, participants had been required to send in recent results of STD testing, to keep intimate interactions as safe as possible. Still, like Mistress Slade had probably instructed Jamie, I’d told Matteo and Vincent to avoid swallowing semen, if it became relevant. The risks of contracting HIV from oral sex were low, but I didn’t want to risk more than we had to. And also, sex was more fun when it was messy.
“Excellent. Make Arthur come while I watch. Then you can service me.”
Matteo cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir.”
It was thrilling to watch Matteo drop to his knees and proceed to use his extensive skills on the red-headed boy, who kept his hands clasped behind his neck and made the most scrumptious noises.
It didn’t take long for the red-headed submissive to utter a long groan and finish. Matteo didn’t swallow, but let Arthur’s spunk dribble down his chin, spitting the rest onto the floor.
“Here, Arthur. Clean that up,” Master Cameron said, passing a cloth to the dazed redhead. He turned to me.
“Are you enjoying the party?”
“Yes. We haven’t been to one in a long time.”
“Do you live locally?”
“Yes. You?”
“Montreal. We’re down here for the week.”
My eyes widened with surprise. “You live in Montreal, but you came to Ottawa for a play party?”
He laughed. “Yeah, that does sound strange. My friend is one of the organizers. And we have other friends in town. You are?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Nic. And this is Matteo and”—I gestured to Vincent, who stood quietly, watching Arthur recover from his encounter with Matteo—“Vincent.”
Master Cameron took my hand in a firm grip. “I’m very pleased to meet you and your beautiful subs.” His eyes gobbled up Vincent. “This one’s very pretty, like Arthur.”
“Thank you. Arthur is adorable.”
“Now, I would like to take advantage of the table just here, so I can rest and watch your boy, Matteo, swallow my cock before all of these people.”
I hadn’t realized how large of a crowd had gathered until Master Cameron referenced it. But there were a lot of people observing as he perched himself on the table, then lay down on his back, with his legs hanging off the platform, and undid his pants, pulling out a substantial and erect, circumcised cock.
