Again thanks to [mention]DeeperThanRed[/mention] [mention]Bondwriter[/mention] [mention]KidnappedCowboy[/mention] [mention]Xtc[/mention] [mention]bondagefreak[/mention], who motivated me to get these stories written out after a decade or so of gestating in my head.scribimus indocti doctique poemata passim
- Horace
While not required, it might make sense to read the two standalone stories preceding this one for some character setup:
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PROLOGUE
FLUMINA TRANQUILLISSIMA SAEPE SUNT ALTISSIMA
We had hung out with Rui in the city a few times before he invited us over to his place for dinner and to meet his elusive boyfriend. The address he'd given us was in the middle of nowhere, so imagine our surprise when the winding road through the forest terminated at the front gates of a palatial mansion. Had we taken a wrong turn? But no - the gates were already swinging inward. Loum and I stared at each other, then he shrugged and took the car up the paved driveway and parked.
We approached the door, still unsure but with gifts in hand, when it swung open to reveal the next surprise. We were greeted by the sight of a handsome, diminuitve, nut-brown youth about my age, with large, expressive dark brown eyes, short hair dyed platinum blonde, entirely naked but for a tightly-fitting chastity cage and a gag harness. Judging from his bulging cheeks, it held an inflatable gag within his mouth. An intricate harness of ropes was wound around his shoulders and chest, his arms folded behind his back. He motioned with his head for us to follow him - we were in the right place after all. As he turned away from us, I noticed the tiny flag tattoo at the small of his back, under his expertly bound hands, and ventured a "jéjé wawé"; the way he looked over his shoulder with those big eyes widened in surprise made it clear he immediately had questions that would have to remain unasked for as long as he was muzzled. "Speaks Shimaore," I whispered at a quizzical Loum, "flag tattoo says he's from the Comoros, one island over from mine".
We traipsed after him through this insanely opulent palace, eventually emerging into a sitting room where Rui was waiting for us. He was immaculately dressed as always, stood up to bid us welcome, and had us take a seat. "You've caught us mid-preparation, I'm afraid," he said in his melodious voice. "This is my boyfriend Faiz; he'll be assisting in the kitchen for now, but will join us later."
He smirked, taking in our obvious confusion. "I don't want people to know about" - he waved a hand about - "this before I get to know them. In brief: my parents were entrepeneurs. They died when I was young and left me an immense sum of money, which I have invested and made more immense. I bought this place and renovated it into what it is now. But I'm still a normal student and live at the dorm during semesters. I don't want to just be some rich asshole. I like people. I hope this quote-unquote 'deception' is alright with you."
It was, of course, alright. We chit-chatted some more until a gong sounded, indicating that dinner was ready to be served.
In came the blackest African I'd ever seen, wearing an apron and a chef hat, pushing an enormous cart before him. He was tall, taller than Loum, and possibly pure muscle. His angular face had high cheekbones that an elf would be envious of, tilted eyes, and full lips as blue-black as the rest of his skin. Definitely Northeast African. The only thing distracting from this awesome sight was the equally awesome sight of Faiz, tied spreadeagle to the cart and artfully decorated with all manner of food bites all over his body. The harness had not been removed and its ropes served as separators for the different kinds of food. To my dismay, his, uh, pelvic region was covered by a clearly custom metal cover. It turned out to hold the hot food bits on top, but I was still somewhat disappointed.
"Amazing as always, Kur. Will you be joining us?"
"Too much to do still, Sir," the giant declined, retreating into the kitchen.
"Kur's my business partner running the Rope & Bunny in town, but he still won't stop calling me Sir." He smirked again. "I see you're familiar with the place, Loum. In any case, I took Kur in much as I did Faiz, but we can talk about that later. For now, please enjoy the food, but please, leave the cucumber slices on his eyes, he needs his beauty mask." The reply from the cart was unintelligible.
It was delicious, and being served it from Faiz's sexy little body did not hurt either.
"I'm curious," Rui said between bites. "You're a very inventive dom, Loum. How come? Were you always a dominant? How do you come up with this stuff?"
This would be interesting; I'd known Loum for a while but that subject hadn't come up; I had just accepted it. I'd always wanted to be the boys in bondage growing up reading comics, watching TV or movies, it hadn't occurred to me there was anything else I could have wanted.
Loum looked pensive for a moment, then started narrating.