He is walking across the road and down the narrow sidewalk, following a line of trees. I wait until he is further down the road to follow him. He walks faster, hurrying down a rock path, passing a swing set and heading toward an empty field.
My little prince is going for a stroll in the park. The path he follows leads to a trail. I park my car and get out, attempting to catch up to him. He runs faster and I pick up my pace. His laughter tells me he knows it’s me and this is all part of some little game. “Where are you, little prince? A pretty little thing should know better than to run from the big bad wolf.”
“Because...” I jump between two trees, following the crunching leaves and snickering. “I always...catch...” staying light on my feet, sneak up behind him. “My prey!” I grab him by the waist and press him against the tree. His breath quickens and I lick along the shell of his ear. “Hola, mi juguete. Did you miss me?”
He pants in between words. “I...did...I got your gift.”
“Did you? I guess we better check how well you follow directions.”
I slide my fingers down the back of his pants, immediately coming in contact with the skin of his fleshy globes. I flick the strap of his underwear against his lower back and he moans.
“You’re my instrument and I’m your conductor. You’ll sing when I tell you to, and your body will always make the most beautiful music.” He moans and squirms when I slip my hand beneath the back of his pants, coming into contact with soft lace.
I smile, knowing he followed directions when my fingers slip between his cheeks, finding the plug sinking deeper into his hole at the press of my fingers. “Ohhh...” he shudders, trembling from my touch. “Someone followed instructions. How long has this been inside you?”
More whines spew from his lips when I twist the toy around inside his hole. “All day.”
His skin is salty and sweet when I flick my tongue over the clavicle of his neck. “Did you play with yourself today?”
He shakes his head, and more frustration erupts from his body. He wiggles his ass against my fingers, begging my hand to move against the plug. “No.”
“Did you want to?”
“Ye...yes,” he sputters.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because you told me not to?”
“Why did you listen?”
“Because you are the musician and I am your instrument and only you are allowed to make me sing.”
“That’s right,mi juguete, and I am ready to make beautiful music with you tonight.”
He shudders as I move the plug in and out, rubbing it against his prostate. “Oh, god...
“The only person’s name you should be saying is mine, but tonight you can call meMaestro,” I whisper against his ear.
“Oh,Maestro. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I don’t...I...ohhhh.”
I spin him around, slamming his back against the tree, and his head falls back against the rough bark, eyes half lidded. My gaze shifts from the bulging veins in his neck to the pink lines, covering his stomach. The carved words have my throat going dry.
I remember those same words coming from a vile man’s throat many years ago as he spat them, before carving them into a young boy’s stomach. Bile threatens to run up my throat and I swallow hard, tracing my fingers on the scarred letters. Mateo’s stomach contracts and he flinches at my touch with his eyes flying open, as if he had forgotten where he was before. He shuffles his hands in front of his stomach. “Where is my corset?”
“Shh...it’s okay,mi juguete. You’re okay. I got you.”
Ahh, so this is why he always wears it. “Where is it?” He searches around him frantically, not letting his hands break from his stomach. Picking it up from the ground, he wraps it around his torso, clasping it shut and tightening the strings in the back. I hold his shirt out to him, and he snatches it from my hands. “I have to go now.”
“How about you calm down first and talk to me instead?”
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Why did you pull away?”
