Diamond Shadows
2
Robertson obeyed without hesitation and stood before Julian as naked as Julian was clothed.
Was it just tonight, Robertson tried to think, that I had car trouble? I feel so comfortable in this man's company. More time MUST have passed, yet I am unaware....
The house is magnificent, Robertson exclaimed as the tour began. And then they arrived at his room.
(MY ROOM! Surely I was not staying, but he told me that I was, and that was settled. Yes I was staying. And then, the strangest thing! I thought a shower would be nice and there I was getting undressed in front of him. I was helpless to do anything but shed my evening clothes.
Without shame I stood before him and watched with fascination as he gently took my private parts into his strong hands. I seemed to have no mind of my own. Without thought my hands reached out and began to undo his studs.)
Let me look at you, Julian said, gently taking hold of Robertson's scrotum.
Robertson was there but not there, aware yet unaware. He was lost in Julian's eyes. His breathing came in ragged spurts; butterflies fluttered inside him. He was captivated as Julian stood before him and held him hard and helpless, his mind swimming as Julian took control.
Robertson thought, I have allowed no other to dominate me and now I allow you...my Master.
A knock at the door broke his reverie, his trance.
Startled he heard Julian say Come in.
Julian held his gaze fast with his eyes as he applied a slight pressure to Robertson's ball sac until his cock stood out hard and eager. He returned the gesture once Julian stood naked before him and was overawed by his erection. He was ready for domination.
Julian did not want Robertson to submit with dumb obedience but with a conscious awareness that he was, in fact, enslaved.
In every society, he said softly, there are leaders and there are followers. You are a follower, despite your wealth, despite your position and power in the world. You have always known it. You have until now held yourself above everyone, not because you wished to dominate, but because your refined sense of propriety informed you that no one yet was your superior, your proper master.
But now you recognize that I am, and all the strain and frustration of going unguided, uncontrolled about your business every day has suddenly rushed out of you. You feel a degree of health, strength, contentment, and even pride that you have never before experienced and only have longed for.
Robertson's body became more erect as Julian spoke. Julian knew he had hit a nerve.
The knock at the door startled Robertson, and he was alarmed when Julian said, Come in.
No need, no need for alarm, dear boy, Julian said laughing at such prudery. It's only Parker notifying us that the sauna is ready.
It seems your house is overrun with people eager to cater to your every wish, Robertson said laughing, but stopped short. He realized Farrington had no idea where Julian lived.
(I have always depended on him to keep me out of trouble.)
Julian sensed Robertson's unease and caught his gaze again with his eyes.
A sauna would be nice, Julian said.
Yes, a sauna would be nice, Robertson repeated.
As they walked toward the baths -- Robertson felt as if he were being led on a leash attached around his throbbing phallus -- a part of him felt content, unbelievable contentment.
But from a distant region in his brain something called out to him, you are trapped, enslaved, caught in a web of no escape.
Julian took hold of his cock again. Robertson saw jealousy in Parker's eyes.
They walked through a marble atrium covered by a crystal ceiling, passed the central pool and the bronze shower heads like the heads of lions, following Parker who had helped them into thick terry robes and carried Turkish towels.
The sauna was a large room entirely built of cedar wood but for one large copper panel behind the rock stove that gave off a pine-scented heat.
Parker stood waiting for any further instructions.
The hookah, perhaps, Parker.
Yes, Sir.
He returned almost immediately with the gold and ruby hookah Julian's grandfather had brought back from Persia in 1947 and a covered Chinese porcelain box of fine hashish.
Thank you, Parker. That will be all for now.
He bowed his head, his hands pressed together in front of his chest, and withdrew.
Julian saw how Robertson's eyes followed the servant as he left and understood that he was jealous of him.
(How the boys at the club who all envy and fear you so much would be amazed at that! No need, no need for jealousy, Julian chuckled to himself. You envy his aptitude for self-submission. Yours is just as strong, just as strong.)
Well, Julian said aloud, smiling charmingly. Welcome to my home. Please, make yourself comfortable. Here, the robes go here. Let me, Julian said helping Robertson out of his robe, and then, removing his own as well he traced Robertson's smooth and well wrought chest with his palms as well as with his eyes.
Their nipples were as hard and sharp as diamonds.
Oh, you will do, Julian said. Very well.
Parker is certainly not what one would expect, Robertson blurted, as a "proper" valet -- his tight leather trousers, pierced right nipple, and leather collar; -- he obviously serves you well. Your pool is marvelous. I can't wait for a swim later. This is quite the largest sauna I've ever been in. What an exquisite hookah Parker has brought. I must tell you I have never smoked one. You will have to show me how.
He paused, and then continued, Just now as you bid me welcome and gently rubbed my chest, you said I would "do." You've aroused my curiosity (and more as you can see). Whatever did you mean?
You know, Julian answered, you ought to have your right nipple pierced, and indeed a leather collar would be very becoming on you, don't you think so?
On ME, Robertson thought. Yes. And he surprised himself by answering yes without hesitation, although he had never even thought of the matter before this.
Perhaps if you're very good, I will let you have your nipple pierced.
From then on Robertson kept imagining his nipple pierced, and displaying a piercing in his right nipple began to excite him.
Julian took hold of Robertson's cock and held it like a leash or a strap connected to the body.
I like how hard you stay.
Robertson was dazed. Julian had not answered his question, and here he was flying through the air about to disintegrate -- imagining himself in a leather collar, with a pierced nipple and wearing tight leather jeans and boots.
When it's important for you to know what I mean, Julian whispered, I'll tell you in a way you'll understand without having to ask.
Robertson smiled. He was grateful. A burden was being lifted. He was flooded with a glowing certainty that he had found his superior.
Look at me; look at me; Julian whispered, repeating it, gazing into Robertson's eyes and feeling the weight of those eyes falling into his. Julian caught them and held them up and endowed Robertson with a feeling of great strength. Robertson had never dreamed that submission would feel like added strength. But that's exactly what it did feel like.
Keep looking at me; let yourself get lost. That's the only way you'll find yourself.
As he spoke he slowly turned his thumbs round the circles of the nipples. Robertson could hardly keep his knees still, until it was irresistible; they buckled and he sighed and fell. He found his proper place, kneeling with bowed head, penitent, obedient, aware that punishment was his food.
Robertson closed his eyes when he saw Julian's cock and said, Please, Master, and when he opened his eyes again, kept them cast down.
You are pleasing, Julian said taking hold of the back of his neck. Look into my eyes.
Robertson knelt in front of Sir Julian with head turned up and eyes melting with supplication.
Julian guided him, but his own eagerness was all the guide he needed once he knew he was permitted.
Robertson's lips form around the crown of Julian's cock. His arms extend up along Julian's chest. His palms cup Julian's breasts, Julian's well-muscled breasts.
Robertson took Julian's cock deeper into his mouth, explored it with his tongue until the tip of the crown touched below the bottom of his throat. And then he worshiped as an intense feeling of devotion spread like fire through his body and his mind became as diaphanous as a golden cloud at sunset.
But Julian frustrated him, gently withdrawing the shaft of his cock just as Robertson was about to go down on it again, when the tip of his cock was near the edge of his lips. Each felt the force of unspent orgasm charge through the body, and the scintillation in the brain was incredible.
Julian lifted Robertson up, looked in his eyes and laid his kiss of ownership upon his lips.
Time for a good cold shower now, Julian said, and then, perhaps, a draught from the hookah, and then, you know we mustn't keep Spenser waiting once supper is prepared. And I'm eager to hear all about you. Perhaps a plunge in the pool first, though.
Julian's power, the onslaught of which Robertson had already begun to feel standing by the side of the road with him had only intensified during the last hours they'd spent together. Already the thought that Julian was leaving for Paris at the end of the week became a cause for mourning.
By taking him to the edge of orgasm but denying the explosive culmination, Julian made Robertson want him all the more.
I agree, let's not upset Spenser. Cooks and housekeepers are hard enough to find AND keep happy. Perhaps a quick swim is better (as even a cold shower would find me desiring to wash you gently head to toe -- and in between). To your pool we'll go and later after supper, perhaps a slow dance in the moonlight? For late September the air is quite delightful don't you think?
Yes, I do think. The air is light and sweet and very lovely, and everything is made lovelier and fresher by your presence. I should be pleased and very honored if after supper you step onto the terrace outside the reception room with me, and with the moon glittering in the sky, we will dance together to the music we find in our hearts. We will sway in each other's arms, and look into each other's eyes, and breathe the same breath. You will see what it's like to be mine.
Julian couldn't keep from smiling, almost laughing. He was worried about the depth of his feelings. He cared too much for Robertson. He sensed it. A Master must not be wounded by affection. The mark of Mastery is non-attachment, and here he was thinking he might be stuck on Robertson.
Forgive the flesh.
Julian could not take his eyes off his guest all through dinner.
Robertson was cordial, sensitive, intelligent, attentive, dressed exactly as Julian was, wearing a tight apricot tee-shirt with tiny epaulet sleeves, a pair of Julian's jeans that fit Robertson as well as they fit him, and he was barefoot.
When they sat down, Sterling lit the candles and moved the vase of roses to the mantle.
We'll begin with Spenser's vichyssoise, only she insists on calling it potato leek soup.
Here though, before I ladle you the soup -- I may serve you, no? It's so much more intimate this way than to have Sterling hovering about all the time -- before I fill your plate, please notice the pattern on the Limoges. I thought you'd like that.
The wine was a Pommard, and Spenser had cooked sea bass in a lemon/basil sauce that was strangely balanced by pineapple.
The apricots at dessert gave back the sunshine that had given them their bronze blush, and the cherries were nearly black, juicy and crunchy.
Everything out of season, I know, Julian said laughing, but why be tied down by nature?
They carried their demitasse cups over to the window and went out onto the terrace. There was a light breeze from the lake, and you could see a column of moonlight silvering the lake, and your hair blew. Julian put his cup and saucer down on the marble top table, and carefully, gently, in slow motion took Robertson's too and placed them on the table, all the while drawing a finger up the underside of his arm.
Then he took him in his arms and swirled him around, turning in an easy waltz.
Robertson was giddy. So was Julian.
They came to a stop, and Julian took Robertson's lips with his, and they ate each other's kisses and ran their paws over each other. They were panting with desire, and then Julian said, Stop. Be immobile, still, don't move. You are a statue. Stay like that.
Robertson froze, bare-chested, his jeans half unzipped. His cock was throbbing with desire, desire that needed to explode, to break like a flood, but was blocked and raging behind a wall.
Robertson's thoughts are all that is left unfrozen as he stands unable to move the tiniest muscle.
(How delightful this Julian...it's as if he could read my mind....how quickly he has burrowed there and taken hold....such a perfect evening ...the moon above and his eyes putting the stars to shame with their perfect light....when he took me in his arms....strong but gentle.....it's as if I would swoon with sheer delight....a man my equal....nay....a man superior....and here I stand immobile awaiting what comes next.)
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