Chapter 153: The Interview

Chapter 153: The Interview
Chapter 153: The Interview 

Lucious

“Yes, please, master.” My boy begged.

Well, who am I to deny him what he wants? I  just pull down my pants to be a bit freer with my movement and put on a condom and some lube. We still have to wait a little more before going bareback again and just to be perfectly sure he really is healthy. I can't wait for this and I already know that I am going to fuck him so many times that day.

I slammed into him in one go, earning a very loud cry from my beautiful boy before going completely out and then I thrust inside again, completely. I played this sweet torture game for a while, each time enjoying the feeling of his tight ass swallowing my dick, refusing him into a moaning and begging mess. When I can't really hold myself anymore, I begin to pound hard into him while I stroke his own dick. His begging intensifies but I am not done with him yet, I use all my self-control to delay my orgasm as much as I can and it is only when I can't hold it any longer that I opened the ring around his dick and ordered him to cum while I filled my release inside the condom.

After a last few thrusts inside him to milk me, I untie his wrists and then his ankles. Poor boy, he just fall in my arms, completely spent by the intense scene we just had. I carried him to the bed and lay him down in his front while I use a soothing cream to gently massaged his whole backside.

I sincerely hope tomorrow is going to be okay, I think to myself as I dispense my aftercare because he deserves to put the past completely behind him and focus on his bright future. As it has been the case every night since I got him back, I thank my luck for having found such a perfect and sweet boy. We go along so well and our respective needs match completely, like two complex piece of a puzzle and I pray he will stay by my side for the rest of my life.



Nelson Pov 

It feels almost weird to be broken by this umpteenth blow. Now this picture that ruined my life twice is all over the internet and people are putting not-so-nice comments next to it, perhaps, it is because I am used to be publicly humiliated like this. Perhaps, it is because I don't really care what people think, my family and my friends knows the truth and that is all that matters. Or perhaps, it is because I have finally become a bit stronger like my master suggested. In any case, it has been liberating in some way, now that it is out. I will never have any new bad surprise with this picture, it is a bit like when I was younger and came out of the closet, not having to hide who I was anymore was quite freeing. I know that after this, there is no more dirt for those who would like to hurt me.

From the beginning, it has been very uncomfortable to be in the spotlight. I have never liked to be noticed, so to see pictures of me with my master in the newspaper was really troubling. Fortunately, I don't have to deal with journalists or paparazzi, he was kind enough to arrange for someone in his company's public relation department to help me with the first ones and the numerous bodyguards he hired with the second ones. According to him, this attention will blow off in a few weeks, so I shouldn't be bothered too much. That was before the picture came out though, we had discussed this possibility together and since his father is a ruthless man, it was obvious he wouldn't just sit still in prison and would find a way to make our lives miserable at one point or another. He had the pictures at the disposal, so we knew it was only a matter of time before he managed to publish it somewhere, especially with the media taking a sudden interest in us. In a way, I was forewarned this would happen, perhaps, this is also what makes it a bit easier to deal with.

The thing that bothers me the most isn't the comments about me being a slutty whore or the fact that they make me appear like a gold digger who is some kind of sex slave to my master. It is the fact that they are spilling a load of bullshit about the lifestyle and reveal the club as a place where it is practiced. I would hate myself forever if the secrecy of the club was compromised because of me. To deal with this little scandal before, it blows out of proportion, damaging my master and his company in its stead. We will just address the issues during the interview that was scheduled for today, by telling the story of my rape. We will make all the trashy stories around the internet exactly as they are and that should refocus the spotlight on something else than their true aspect. The bdsm lifestyle and the secret of the club.

I still have to decide to which degree I am ready to talk about everything. It could go from a simple statement explaining the facts to the whole story and its aftermath. The only question is how much I am ready to reveal about myself. Of course, the most efficient communication strategy and the smartest move is for me to tell everything, my master has gently nudged me towards this. I am just really uncomfortable exposing myself like this, especially the part about my addictions. What would my family think about that? For obvious reasons, I never really told them so I am not sure the best way for them to find out in some article or worse, the television. But on the other hand, am I really ready to jeopardize the secrecy of the club? All my friends are there, apart from Eddy and even if they would never resent me directly, I would still know I am the one responsible. When I balance the two things, my discomfort and the fear of my family knowing versus the club and all it represents, my choice is easily made. Now I just have to live with it

My master has taken the whole afternoon off for this thing and dressed the both of us in elegant suits of one of his designer brands. Depending on the number of pictures they are going to take, we might change a few times but he has got all of it covered. The journalist arrives precisely on time, with her cohort of photographs, assistant and camera man. They quickly settled in the living room and we were soon causally installed in one of the coaches next to each other, his arm holding me against him. This feels very unnatural but I guess that our usual position of me kneeling between his parted legs wouldn't be very good in terms of public relations.

“Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Mr. Rockwell and Mr. Moreli.” The journalist began in her suave voice.

“Everyone is literally dying to know a little bit more about you. Shall we begin? As an easy question first. How did you two meet?” 

“Well,” my master began.

“I had to attend a parent-teacher conference at my brother's high school since my father couldn't go and Nelson was the teacher who requested the meeting. I found him so beautifully cute that I couldn't resist inviting him on a date. We clicked together instantly and a few weeks later, we were already moving in together.

That was modestly avoiding the parts where he tied me up and gave me the best orgasm I ever received or began to take full control over my day-to-day life. As he began to describe our first date, the time he blew me, the first blowjob I gave him and the first time in the playroom, I still can't believe I threw a dominant on the floor the first time I went to the club. I feel so comfortable there now. Thinking about this, we don't see much of that dominant anymore and every time he hangs out at the club, he is always with this strange dominant and his two submissive.

It is funny to think I was afraid to do a public scene at first, I have become quite the exhibitionist since then. I imagine the journalist must think I am indulging in fond romantic memories while I wear this dreamy smile but when in truth, I am remembering all the training to become his submissive with the position, the toys, the deep-throating. Because let's face it, I have been face-fucked by this man more times than I have brushed my teeth since I was in this relationship.

“Who proposed to whom?”