Wednesday

Jiovanni

A few minutes after ten found Jove pinning a numbered button to his shirt as he entered the Screaming Faery. The dance floor was busy, but not crowded like it usually was on Friday and Saturday nights when he would come in. He did not go over to the bar, but instead sat at one of the little tables near the door. He would not stay long if Micah was not in. The guy at the desk said he would page him. The music seemed a little less intense tonight; he strummed his fingers on the tabletop as he watched the dancers and the doors. On the third song, a familiar shape strode across the room in his direction. Jove looked up at him and smiled. Micah smiled back and beckoned him to come. Jove stood and went, meeting him near the edge of the dance floor.

“It’s a Wednesday.” Micah said.

Jove looked down and chewed his bottom lip. “I know. If you have other commitments,” he glanced at the door, “I can go.”

“You never come on Wednesdays.” Micah sounded a bit confused.

Jove looked up. “I need you, Micah.”

Micah caressed Jove’s cheek, “How do you need me, Hunter?”

“I need you to ease the burning, Sir.” Jove looked him in the eye. “Please.”

“Are you ready to continue with your training?”

Jove looked around, as if to say: Here? Now? And Micah nodded. He took a deep breath, “Yes, Sir.”

“Then come, dance with me.” Micah held out his hand and Jove took it. Together they entered the dance floor and Micah pulled him close although the song was an upbeat one. Their lips met and Jove did not care what happened next, his whole world filled with Micah.

His body found the rhythm of the music and of Micah, who kissed his lips and his neck, then whispered in his ear, “Unbutton your shirt for me.” Jove spun out of his grasp just a little and danced for Micah, unbuttoning his buttons beginning at his collar, and not forgetting his cuffs. Soon he wore the shirt loose around him and Micah pulled him back for more kisses. This time, Micah’s hands caressed his stomach. His thumbs hooked under his waistband and when he kissed his neck, he moved downward toward his nipples. Jove moaned softly as his shirt slipped off his shoulders and anyone who cared to see could watch as Micah bit his chest publicly marking him.

Jove ran his hands along Micah’s body, slowly, tentatively, as if he were unsure of what he were allowed to do. Micah neither encouraged nor discouraged him, instead he kissed back up Jove’s neck and whispered in his ear, “remove your pants.”

Jove looked at him as if he did not believe what he heard, but Micah pulled on the waistband and mouthed the word, now. Jove took a deep breath and stepped back, kicking off his left shoe as he did. His right followed as he swiveled his hips and undid the button of his jeans. He looked at the floor, not at the people. He was too embarrassed, he had nothing on under his jeans, but there was no way Micah could know that. He turned to face his lover as he unzipped allowing Micah to see his predicament. Micah just nodded and smiled. Jove slid the jeans down slowly over his hips, wiggling slightly until they were a puddle of material at his feet. Micah beckoned him forward. The open shirt provided scant privacy now as he stepped out of his jeans to go to his lover. Micah pressed their bodies together and claimed his lips again, then reached down to fondle him publicly.

Turning cherry red, Jove hid his face in Micah’s chest until Micah pulled him up for more kisses. “You are beautiful, Hunter,” he whispered as he pushed the shirt off Jove’s shoulders. “Let them see how you obey me. That you are mine.” The shirt was soon on the floor with the rest of his clothing, and applause rang out.

Micah did not say a word to explain, he just picked Jove up and carried him to the elevators. Someone else picked up his clothing and brought it over, an older gentleman. “I didn’t think he was going to let the pants go, Micah. Very nice showing, you’ve done nice work with your boy.”

“Thank you, he’s been a pleasure to train. I’m very proud of him.”

“Oh?” The gentleman held up the clothing, “so maybe I should hold on to these?”

Micah laughed then looked at the blushing boy in his arms. “Yes, hold on to them, he will be down to get them later, much later.”

Jove buried his face in Micah’s neck. He had agreed to the training, he just did not realize it would be so… embarrassing.

Micah

Micah carried his prize upstairs. It had happened better than he had hoped, although he had hoped for a Friday night. However, it was clear now that Hunter was his. He took a couple deep breaths, there could be no going back, and he did not want to. For the first time in his life, he was perfectly content with a lover and he had tried out his share. He fumbled for the key at the room, but he did not put Hunter down, he did not want to until he could lay him on the bed. Micah smiled. He may even break a few of his own rules tonight.

Hunter looked up at him expectantly as he laid him on the blanket, but he did not say a word. “I want you.” Micah told him. Hunter moved to get off the bed. Micah stopped him. “I want you now, just like that.” And he lowered his head to his lover’s groin. Hunter watched. Micah had never done this to him before. Then Micah stood up and stripped for Hunter as Hunter had done so many times for him keeping eye contact with his lover the whole time. “Do you still need me?” he asked when he was fully nude.

“Yes, Sir.” Hunter said softly.

“Good.” Micah said as he climbed on the bed, covering Hunter with his body. “Because I still want you.”

Jiovanni

Their lips met, and there was the sound of the lube leaving the tube. Then Jove could only feel as Micah plunged home in one deft stroke. His body arched up and his legs clamped around Micah’s body pulling him in further as Micah’s tongue wrestled with his own. From empty to fully possessed in a matter of seconds, he moaned in pleasure. Then Micah began to move and he had no option but to move with him. Clinging to him as his world narrowed to one of sensation. His blood reached a fevered pitch as he neared his climax, but Micah’s hand was there, pinching his cockhead, whispering the words, “not yet” as he grunted his own climax into his bowels. Jove cried out in frustration. Micah stroked his abs and spoke soothingly. “Soon baby, soon, I have a present for you.” He reached over and punched some numbers on the phone. Then when Jove felt his orgasm building again Micah bent over and bit his cockhead. “Not yet, I said.” Jove groaned.

Time was all out of proportion for Jove, it could have been hours, but it was most likely minutes later that a man entered the room. “This your boy?”

“It is.”

“Son, do you understand what is happening?” he asked Jove.

Jove just looked at Micah, “Thy will.”

“Ah yes, he sounds very much as if he’s given up quite a few rights. So what do you desire for him, Micah?”

“I want him to wear this.” He handed the man a small jewel box.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, he’s mine.”

“He’s one lucky young man.” The man said as he opened the box and then opened the box he brought with him. Latex gloves, alcohol swabs, antiseptic solutions — all lined up in a row. He put on the gloves, and then prepared the other things he would need. In a short period of time, he stood between Jove’s knees. “This will sting a bit, but it shouldn’t hurt too badly.” He grasped Jove’s penis with one hand and retracted the foreskin slightly to swab it down well. Then he picked up the needle. In one deft stroke it was done. The jewelry threaded through with no problems and locked into place. “How was that?” he asked looking up at the young man.

He seemed to be holding his breath as Micah was twisting his nipple. When Micah let go, the young man ejaculated. “I told you it would be worth the wait.” Micah told him with a kiss.

The older man shook his head. Yes, the boy had given up much, but gained much in return, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Jove looked up glazed eyed. “Do it again.”

“Do what again?” Micah asked him.

“What ever he did.” Jove smiled. “Hurt good.”

“Ah, we will talk about that later, but for now you only get one.” Micah kissed him again. “But if you are very, very good, you may have another.” He looked up at Tanza then. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I can see what you said is true. We’ll talk later.”

Micah nodded, then turned back to his lover. Tanza let himself out.

Jiovanni

Micah made love to Hunter again, this time taking his time. He was careful not to bruise him too badly, but he was visibly marked front and back when it was time for him to go.

“My clothes are downstairs.” Hunter said softly.

“Yes, and you must collect them.”

“Like this?” Jove looked down at himself, he was covered in fresh bruises, was sporting a silver ring, and had bite marks all over.

“Exactly like that, unless you want to add paddle marks to it.”

“Are you coming with me?”

“I don’t need to, they know you are mine.”

He looked horrified.

“You will be fine. You will come back tomorrow night.”

“I will.”

“Then more people will see you belong to me.”

“Again?”

“Maybe. Now go get dressed. I still have to pay you.” He began to punch the now familiar numbers into the box on the wall, and waited for his lover to finish the process. Jove keyed in Hunter’s code and stood there for a moment wondering what all the little numbers on the screen meant. Hunter had never explained that part. “You’re not going to get your clothes any faster that way.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jove sighed and headed for the door.

“Hunter?”

Jove turned to look at him. “Yes, Sir.”

“Do you still need me?”

Jove blushed. His blood no longer burned like it had. “No Sir, but I still want you.”

“Good. Come again tomorrow and we will play.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jove smiled happily as he slipped out the door to head downstairs to get his clothing. He wasn’t sure what to expect when the elevator doors opened. He took a couple deep breaths, sucked in his bottom lip and squared back his shoulders. He would not be ashamed. His penis stood at half-mast with the little silver ring shining brightly, gleaming in the lights of the club. Several men whistled and others made comments Jove could barely hear as he looked around for the man with his clothing. He was sitting near the bar, the clothing on the table, chatting with another older gentleman. Jove took a deep breath and headed over.

“Excuse me, Sirs.” Jove said straightaway, “Micah sent me for my clothing.”

“Ah, yes, Micah’s new boy. I had heard he was in training, didn’t quite believe it though. But here you are.” He smiled. “I see he’s made a commitment to you, I hope you are intelligent enough to know what that means, coming from him.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jove replied, although he did not, it was none of these people’s business.

The second gentleman hadn’t taken his eyes off Jove. “What is your name son?”

“Hunter, Sir.” Jove replied after a long pause as he was beginning to become uncomfortable with the interrogation he was undergoing in the nude.

“And Micah loves you?”

“He loves me well.” Jove replied immediately along with a full body blush.

“And do you love him?”

Jove nodded.

The first man looked at the second and nodded. The second man continued to speak, “Then you will have to make this decision for my grandson. What he is doing with you will ruin his career if he is found out, and the display that went on tonight was… unacceptable. I am told it was tasteful and appropriate for your relationship, but for this… hobby of his… this dalliance of his with you… must end. And you must be man enough to end it. If it is money you need, I can pay you to walk away.”

“I can’t.”

The first man spoke, “Has he asked to contract you yet?”

Jove didn’t answer.

“But it’s not been done yet, has it?”

Jove shook his head.

“If he does, it will ruin him, and you too.” The second man spoke again, “I have your name, and I can get the rest of the information I need from the desk. You disappear from Micah’s life by next week and there will be a bonus in your account.”

“It will hurt him.” Jove whispered.

“Micah is a big boy, he will adjust.” The man who identified himself as Micah’s grandfather said as the other man handed over Jove’s clothes.

“Think about it Hunter.” He said.

Jove nodded and headed to a quiet corner to dress.

John Paul O’Malley

“Do you think he will leave Micah alone?” John Paul O’Malley asked of his good friend Jeremiah Mackenzie.

“I don’t know John, this one has gotten further than any other with my grandson, usually he just beds them and moves on to the next one. I really don’t see what is so special about this youngster.”

“You didn’t see their dance earlier.”

“And I’m glad I didn’t. I don’t mind dancing, but stripping a youngster to his skin in public to show your dominance over them, I just don’t understand it.” Jerry shook his head.

“The youngster had to want to be stripped, it’s not like Micah is the only one involved here. He looks like an intelligent young man.”

“He looked like a well used whore.”

“He had just come from your grandson’s bed to collect his clothing. Micah did that to him intentionally so everyone would know he was his in every way. It’s how it’s done, Jerry. The young man did not object, I suspect when you see Micah in the next day or two, he will be sporting his own love marks.”

“He’s my only heir, John. He should be wed by now.” Jerry complained.

“I think if you would leave him alone he would be in a solid relationship then he could focus more on finding a suitable wife.”

“I don’t understand.”

John reached over and patted his friend’s hand. Of course he didn’t understand, he had been raised in a very conservative family. Micah was the first to branch out, and it caused his friend much grief. “It will all work out. Hunter will do the right thing.” John just hoped it was the right thing for Micah too. Money can be a huge influence on many a ganami.

Micah

Once Hunter had left the room, Micah sat on the bed and pondered the enormity of what he had just done. A public declaration of his dominance over Hunter then ringing him all in one evening, William was going to flip over this. He picked up the phone and dialed out.

“Chains of Persesus, name your pain.” A sultry male voice purred on the other end of the line.

“Mulciber Reed, by the blood we’ve shared.”

“One moment please.” A click and dead silence indicated the phone call was being transferred from the club to William’s private line.

“Speak,” came his voice a moment later.

“Mulciber Mackenzie checking in, Sir. I just sent my erebi home, ringed.”

“So he publicly acknowledged you.”

“Yes, Sir, stripped on the dance floor under direction.”

“Any hesitation?”

“None, Sir.”

“Excellent. Now that he is ringed I’d like to meet this young man. What did you say his name was again?”

“Hunter, Sir.”

“That’s good. I’m looking for a young erebi right now. Boy by the name of Jiovanni, if you come across him let me know, he’s mine, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why don’t I come see your boy Sunday night. I would come sooner, but I seem to be all booked up.”

“Well you can’t help you are very popular, I was lucky to have been able to train under you. Sunday will be fine.”

“You were very lucky, but then again, I like you Micah. I’m glad you finally found a boy. See you on Sunday around nine.” And the line went dead. Micah stared at it for a moment then put it on the receiver before heading to the shower.

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Once he was dressed, Micah headed back downstairs to the office area where he sought out Tanza. A few of the technicians hooted at him as he entered the area. “Hey Micah, we got it on tape for you. Once we saw what was going on, fixed one of the security cameras on the two of you.”

“You didn’t.” Micah blushed.

“Yep we did. Look.” Up on one screen, was Hunter dancing with him, nude as the day he was born. Micah watched as the tape came to an end and looped back around to Hunter fully dressed and it started over again. “Thought we would all share in your major accomplishment. Congrats!”

Micah blushed and headed for Tanza’s office. Tanza looked up as he entered.

“Well how does it feel?”

“Rather strange. I spoke to William, he wants to meet with him Sunday night. There are some things I don’t understand though.”

“What’s that, Micah?”

“Well, like why his own guild didn’t pick up on his erebic tendencies, I’m sure they’ve shown up before now. You saw how he reacted to being ringed.”

“Yes, I did notice that. I have ringed quite a few young men in my day, not too many of them have asked to be ringed again immediately following the process. I’ve seen them cry, beg for it to stop, even cum like he did, which is rare enough as it is, but most don’t want to do it again. How does he like sex?”

Micah laughed. “The rougher the better, and he always comes back for more. I have to know when to stop, because it seems like he doesn’t know when to say no.”

“He may not.” Tanza said. “He’s from Southside right?”

“Yes, his card has Franko listed as his guildmaster.”

“I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Thanks, Tanza. I need to get to bed or I’m never going to make it to work in the morning.”

“You’ll be fine, you’re still young.”

“Not as young as I used to be.”

“Better get used to it, if you are going to take on that boy full time.”

Micah looked at him strange, as if the thought had not occurred to him. Then he smiled. “That’s a wonderful idea.” Then he walked out of the office humming softly to himself as he headed back to the elevators. Hunter was still dancing on the screen.

Hunter

Hunter sat on the couch waiting not so patiently for Jove to come home. He had noticed his card missing shortly after Jove ‘stepped out for some fresh air’. That had been hours ago. If the boy was just going to go out and get fucked and come home, he should have been home by now. If he had a pre-arranged meeting, he should have said something. He should not be doing anything on a school night. Hunter flipped through the television’s channels again. When he heard the key in the door, he flicked the set off. “Where have you been?”

“Pucks.” Jove told him and handed him two hundred dollars.

“From now on you tell me when you go out, and where you are going, I don’t want the police to be the ones who tell me first, understand?” Hunter pocketed the money. Pucks was a blue-collar bar about three miles from their apartment. “And don’t go to the same place twice. You don’t want people to recognize you.”

“I know Hunter. It’s ok, I know.” Jove sighed. “Can I just go to bed now?”

“Yeah, get some sleep, you will go to school tomorrow.”

“I have to. I have debate. I needed to release some tension, that’s all. You sleeping in here?”

“Yeah, I’m still not into sharing a bed yet, you know?”

“You should take mama’s room.”

“It’s mama’s room.”

“Mama’s not coming home. At least give it to the others, it is bigger. Then we can have our own.”

“I’ll think on it. Now get some sleep.” Hunter told him.

“Night.” Jove said, and turned to head down the hall. Hunter watched his baby brother, all grown up now, yet not. He wondered what mama would think and shuddered. She would not like it one bit. Again, he wondered if he had done the right thing, and hoped he had.