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Victoria joined Damiano as he went to get her tattoo for him: a copy of her lips, right next to his crotch. Under the tattoo gun was Damiano’s favourite place to be, and he never even flinched when he got one done.
“Remember when I tattoo’d you in the van on the way to the auditorium in Rotterdam?” Victoria asked as she watched the tattoo artist work.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” the artist said, and everyone laughed.
“I mean, it’s a pretty shit tattoo,” Victoria said.
“Would be, in a moving vehicle.”
It was a pretty quick job, and the tattoo artist smiled at Damiano. “All right, you’re all done,” he said. Damiano paid and he and Victoria left. He looked at his phone (which he never used when he was getting tattoo’d) and saw a message from Thomas along with all the other usual suspects. He replied to his brother and reacted to stuff in the group chat, and then opened the message from Thomas.
It was a PDF, which was strange. He opened it, and read over it. It was a copy of some test results: sexually transmitted infections, to be more precise. Thomas was infection-free.
why did you send me this?
I don’t want to use condoms while we’re together. If that’s okay with you, you should get tested as well.
Damiano blinked as he read and re-read the message. He texted back ok and then opened his maps app, looking for the STI clinic on Thomas’s test results and booking an appointment.
“What’s going on?” Victoria said.
“Thomas wants to go condom free.”
“Oh, that means he won’t be sleeping around the next few months.”
Damiano smiled. “Looks like he’s taking things seriously, then.”
“He usually does take things seriously. And I think you’re really going to enjoy your time with him. He definitely has a lot of good ideas.”
“Well, it was fun with the both of you.” He reached out and took Victoria’s hand. “Pizza?”
“Fuck yes,” she said, bringing the back of Damiano’s hand to her lips, kissing it softly.
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Since Damiano shared a room with his dominant, he was put in another big, fancy room with Thomas. Thomas didn’t seem to have a big bag of sex toys that Damiano could see, but he had learned not to make a lot of assumptions about his dominants.
Thomas was poking around the mini-bar, as always, but closed it when he didn’t see anything he wanted. He came to the bed and looked at Damiano, who was lounging. “You look comfortable,” Thomas said, and climbed onto the bed with him. “We get a tiny break soon,” he said. “How do you feel?”
“I’m so used to travelling and performing, having a break might be really boring.”
Thomas smirked. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he said. He poked Damiano’s leg. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”
Damiano undressed. “All the way, sir?”
“Yeah. I don’t like my toys to have clothes on if they don’t have to wear any,” Thomas said, his voice just as light and casual as it always was. “So no clothes if we’re alone, or with Vic, Ethan or Gio.”
Damiano stripped naked. “Yes sir.”
“I don’t have a collar for you yet, but you’ll have one.”
“Thank you.”
Thomas looked over Damiano’s body. “Where’s the tattoo Victoria gave you?” he asked.
Damiano flopped open his legs, showing off the lips near his crotch.
“A nice slutty tattoo,” Thomas said, and looked over Damiano’s body. “Vic showed you a chastity cage, didn’t she?”
Damiano nodded, and Thomas gave him a thumb’s up, getting out of bed and going to his bag. It seemed Thomas just kept everything in one bag, which could be dangerous, but Thomas didn’t seem to care.
He came back with two cages, a metal one and a plastic one. “I know Vic let you come sometimes. I don’t think that’s how I’m going to play. But you need a plastic one to get through airports, or the pat downs are going to be awkward.”
Damiano looked at them both. The metal one he already knew; it was one that Victoria had used on him a few times. The plastic one was clear, and every bit of it was plastic. “How does it lock?” Damiano asked.
“There’s the little plastic locks that have numbers on them, so every time you have it on, I’ll take a photo so I will always know what number is on it.”
“Do you really think I could do that, disobey?”
Thomas shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not as gentle as Vic, though. So if you do, it might be bad.” Damiano remembered the sting of the paddle in Las Vegas, and wondered what else Thomas had on hand.
Thomas put the metal cage on Damiano, and clicked the lock on. “I decide when it comes off.”
“Yes, sir.” Damiano licked his lips, looking down at the cage, and playing with it. The metal warmed up quickly. It wasn’t heavy at all, but he remembered how it felt to get hard in it.
“I don’t think you need much training,” Thomas said. “I think you can do everything you’ve been told, but I think you’re going to struggle a bit with what I’ll ask you to do. Because it could be humiliating.”
Damiano tried to nod. “Oh, okay.”
“Thank you for taking the STI test.”
“You’re welcome.”
Thomas reached out and pulled Damiano towards him, kissing him. The kiss was rough and overwhelming, biting and sucking at his lips as he did a few times before. Damiano whimpered against Thomas’s mouth as Thomas slid forward and straddled Damiano’s lap, pressing him against the bed. Damiano twisted his hands into the duvet, not sure if he was allowed to touch Thomas or not.
Thomas let his hands roam around Damiano’s body, squeezing his arms and waist. Damiano let him grope and squeeze, not sure if he could do the same, feeling as though it would probably be a bad idea.
Thomas rolled off of him and looked over him. He nudged him. “Get on your hands and knees, on the bed,” Thomas said, slipping off the bed. Damiano scrambled to do what was told.
“What sort of experience do you have with pain?”
“Not a lot,” Damiano replied, staring down at the duvet. Thomas kept groping him, reaching between his legs and squeezing his balls. Damiano yelped, closing his eyes, squirming. Thomas’s grip was strong, though, as he continued groping him. It hurt, and Damiano trembled. He gasped, his back arching. “Yellow, yellow, please sir.”
Thomas stopped groping, his hand still cupping Damiano’s balls. Damiano took a few deep breaths. “It hurts,” he said. “It hurts really bad.”
Thomas stroked Damiano’s skin with a soft thumb. “I’ll go a little softer,” he said, and began pinching Damiano’s scrotum. It still hurt, each pinch sending a thrill through Damiano, but it hurt less, the pinches reminding him of the dull ache after getting tattoo’d.
“Green,” Damiano whispered, as he felt the skin going numb, and Thomas smiled, cupping his balls and squeezing one last, hard time. Damiano buried his face in the pillows and cried out, his back arching up.
“What a good boy,” Thomas said, and let go of Damiano’s balls. “Stay like that, it’s a perfect position. But don’t move. Just relax into the bed, don’t be scared. I’m still here.”
Thomas’s voice never changed, not like Victoria’s, when he became dominant. It was his same self-assured, quick accent, almost a mumble. Damiano leaned forward, taking pressure off his back and stretching his thighs.
Thomas came back, just looking over Damiano’s body. “Legs further apart,” he said, and Damiano could hear the click of Thomas’s phone camera, sending off photos to Giorgia. Damiano had still never seen the photos that Victoria had taken of him during his five months, and he figured he would never see these photos either.
Thomas rustled around a bit more, and staying in the position as he had demanded was getting more difficult to bear. Damiano had his eyes closed, so he had no idea what was going on. Then, there were one or two whistling noises, and two thuds followed next to him on the bed. Damiano flinched each time.
“This is a bamboo cane wrapped in leather,” Thomas said. “It hurts, a lot. I’m going to give you five smacks straight across the skin where it’s stretched across the thighs, and I don’t want to stop. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I’m not sure,” Damiano said truthfully. “But I want to try. I won’t use my safe word, but am I allowed to scream and cry?”
“Yes, of course,” Thomas said. “I don’t really want a silent submissive. I want to know it hurts.”
Damiano had no earthly clue why Thomas was into pain, or how he found it out, but that last thing, that I want to know it hurts ran straight through his spine. “Yes, sir.”
Thomas ran his hands over Damiano’s thighs, making him shiver. Thomas pinched the skin there, making it redden up, and Damiano just moaned softly. It felt good, really. He didn’t know about the cane though.
The first smack whistled through the air, landing very precisely below the swell of Damiano’s ass, and Damiano screamed. It was a quick, sharp sting, but it was so unexpected and so painful, right on that sensitive bit of skin, that Damiano almost fainted. He bit down on his bottom lip, resisting. He could handle it. He could handle it, even though he was shaking.
The second smack fell across his thighs, then the third underneath it, and then the fourth. Each smack made Damiano cry out, and Thomas landed each one with complete precision, of course, like he did most things in his life. The fifth landed across the other four, and Damiano just collapsed in the bed, shivering and crying. Thomas sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking Damiano’s back.
“I know that hurt, but you did so well, my sweet toy.”
Damiano took a deep breath. So he was toy, to Thomas. Baby to Victoria, and toy to Thomas. He lay shivering on the bed. “Thank you, sir,” he murmured, trying to calm down. All he could feel was the throbbing in his thighs.
Thomas got off the bed and Damiano whimpered. “I’ll be right back,” Thomas said, and came back to Damiano not even thirty seconds later. Damiano finally opened his eyes and looked back at Thomas. Thomas was opening a jar of something, spreading it over Damiano’s skin. The cold crème shocked Damiano a bit, but then whatever it was immediately soothed the throb in his thighs. It smelled medicinal, like some combination of pine and sage, and felt smooth on Damiano’s skin.
“It’s arnica,” Thomas said. “I can’t use it if I break skin, but I didn’t here. It works really well to reduce swelling and bruises.” Thomas’s fingers didn’t hurt as he massaged the ointment into Damiano’s thighs, and Damiano moaned softly.
Thomas got up after a bit and washed his hands, coming back and gently rolling Damiano over. “I’m not just into pain,” he said when they were cuddled together, Damiano’s head on his chest. Damiano didn’t reply, and Thomas ran his fingers through Damiano’s hair and down his back, pulling him close.