But Vincent handed the cage to Master Cameron and proceeded to ignore Finn’s raging erection as he spent a good amount of time touching the beautiful boy everywhere else with an almost reverent attention. Finn’s gaze followed Vincent’s as Vincent examined every inch of him.
The people who had gathered watched with undisguised interest.
A young woman in a snug, flowered red dress moved up beside me.
“He’s so beautiful,” she said, with an amiable smile, then held out her hand. “I’m Leslie.”
I glanced beside me, irritated to be disturbed. But when I took in Leslie’s convivial, unguarded expression, I relaxed. “Yes. He looks like a pretty fairy about to be debauched.”
“Oh, no. I meant the one in the purple boots. Is he with you?”
I assessed her, but she didn’t seem to be asking out of anything above curiosity.
“Yes, he is. Vincent and I and Matteo are together.” I gestured to where Matteo stood behind me on the other side. “Vincent generally takes a submissive role, but I thought he’d like to play with Finn in a more dominant way. I’m interested to see what he’ll do.”
“Oooh, so am I,” Leslie said, turning to watch the tableau before us.
Vincent was now playing with Finn’s nipples, as Finn squirmed and gasped and Master Cameron chuckled.
“You’ve found his Achilles’ heel, Vincent. That boy’s nipples are so sensitive he may just explode from that alone.”
Vincent regarded Master Cameron with curiosity. “You think he could orgasm from this?”
As if providing his answer, Finn groaned and shuddered, one hand moving to his arching cock.
“Finn!” Master Cameron said, in such a stern and loud tone that Finn immediately moved his hand to above his head.
“I’m sorry, Master Cameron.”
“Hands off the goods. Just because Vincent removed the cage doesn’t mean you can touch yourself. You know the rules.”
“Yes, Master Cameron.”
Master Cameron exchanged a glance with Vincent and ambled over to Finn. “Would you like some help keeping your hands off the goods, little fairy boy?”
Finn frowned, as if the reference to fairies offended him. Then he seemed to think better of it and sighed, “Yes, Master Cameron.”
Master Cameron moved to stand at the head of the table, clasping Finn’s hands in his, keeping Finn’s arms stretched over his head. He held him there and nodded to Vincent. “Continue…and let’s see.”
Vincent smiled, knowing full well what if felt like to be so sensitive. He went back and forth between Finn’s nipples, tickling and teasing, pinching and scratching, until the boy was a squirming, panting mess of desire.
The redhead fought against Master Cameron’s hold.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Stop. I mean, no. Don’t stop. Oooooh.”
“Do you have a safeword, Finn?” Vincent said.
Finn gazed at him with desperation and groaned, twitching on the table.
“It’s ‘freckles’,” Master Cameron said.
Vincent grinned. “Uh-huh. Say it if you need to, Finn. Otherwise I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing.”
Finn groaned again in seeming agony but didn’t say anything more. He gazed at Master Cameron and struggled in his grasp, his body moving on the table as if caught in an irresistible current. His dangling legs jerked and swayed as Vincent kept up his relentless torment. He seemed to have resigned himself to his submission now.
I met Vincent’s heated gaze over the table. He licked his lips, and it was easy to see how aroused he was. He swallowed and twisted Finn’s nipple in a cruel way.
“That’s such a desperate cock. It wants to let go, but it’s not getting what it needs,” Vincent crooned, in tones that almost sounded bored.
