“Felipe’s first order of business was to repay me for my treatment of him over the years. I won’t go into the specifics, but he beat me, forced me to act as a servant to the staff that had served me all my life, and yes, he forced himself on me. I hated him most for that.
“But years passed, and Felipe…changed. He wanted more from me. He wanted my love and devotion, and he set about getting it. But…you see…he and I are the same. We do not forget those who wrong us, nor do we forgive. Felipe has sworn to never again force himself on me and I hold him to his promise. I sleep with other people, let them have me in any way I’m willing to allow, but not Felipe. Felipe is denied entrance to the center of me. It is his punishment, my way of letting him know my love can only be given, never taken. It’s been nearly five years and he’s never tried.” Celia feels a lump in her throat and pushes against it with her fingertips to smooth it away.
“There are days I feel myself surrendering in the face of Felipe’s steadfast devotion. To my knowledge, he has never taken another female lover, never felt her warm, wet, womanly flesh wrapped around him. He accepts only what I offer and the occasional young men who catch his eye. On the surface, he does it all for me, but I know it for the battle of wills it is. I want him to beg me. I want him on his knees! But some days…I just want him. He’s winning, Kid. He very nearly has what no man has ever had…my soul.
“He knows it too. That’s why you’re here—your youth, your innocence, your capacity for forgiveness—you’re everything we’ve lost and all we hope to regain. I was never young, never innocent, but you remind me it exists; you remind us both. Through you, we have a chance to nurture and love, an opportunity for Felipe to treat his lover as he should have treated me in the beginning, and for me to have someone to care for without feeling weak.” She kisses Kid’s soft lips, charmed by the slight scrape of patchy stubble on his upper lip and chin.
“So,” he says and clears his throat, “is that why he’s so obsessed with my boy pussy?” He grins cheekily until Celia returns it.
“You have no idea what I’m saying, do you?” She laughs heartily and kisses Kid all over his ridiculous face.
“I got most of it,” he chuckles. “I’m just saying…maybe if you gave it up, he wouldn’t keep trying to stick it in me. Couldn’t you like…help a guy out?”
They laugh for several minutes before Kid’s laughter begins to die. He rests his head on Celia’s chest with a sigh and places her hand in his hair. He isn’t sly at all with his demands; she strokes him the way he likes.
“You guys are fucked up.” He sounds sad. “Seriously.”
Celia kisses his head. “No one hurt you. You our good boy.”
“Yeah,” Kid says. His breaths are slow, but Celia can feel the force of his heartbeat along her side. “Okay.”
34. Kid
Kid is shackled to the wall and waiting for Felipe, just as he is every evening. Today has been a particularly taxing day. Celia is apparently in a mood about something. She’s been sullen and irritable toward Felipe. Her ire, in turn, has made Felipe more sadistic than usual. Kid has been ceaselessly tormented in the melee. He hasn’t come all day, and he knows Felipe is coming to whisper filth in his ear while he touches Kid’s boy pussy and jerks off on his nuts. Kid doesn’t think he can take it. He’s already half hard thinking about it and his asshole feels…weird. Empty.
Felipe enters, Reynaldo respectfully behind. The master’s foul mood is evident in the absence of his welcoming smile and the presence of a furrow between his thick black brows. He looks at Kid for several seconds before he relaxes his face. “Do not fret, beautiful boy. I am not inclined to vent my frustrations on you. At least, not with violence.” He purposefully prods Kid’s thickening erection. “Especially as it seems I am not the only frustrated party.”
Kid can feel the heat of his embarrassment crawl up from his chest to paint him cherry red up to his cheeks. “You guys have been fucking with me all day. It’s not…it’s not because of you.” He exhales sharply and forces himself to maintain eye contact.
35. Felipe
Felipe’s formerly impenetrable ill-mood gives way to twisted amusement. “Language, boy. I’ve warned you what would happen.” He chuckles heartily at the younger man’s mortified gasp and penitent expression. "Deberías ver tu cara! Your face!” He cannot resist cradling the boys head in both hands and planting a hard kiss on his lips.
“Hey!” Kid protests and twists his face away from Felipe’s tenacious grasp in an attempt to wipe away Felipe’s kiss. “Stop that.” He swipes his tongue over his lips.