Justin Baruch was one of the richest, most powerful men in the country, and it very much showed - he had the best of everything, admired and envied wherever he went, and every comfort and privilege that money and influence and connection could possibly afford to him. He was an avid and notoriously discerning collector, of cars, and art, and other rarities, all meticulously stored and maintained, the rarer and more difficult to obtain, the better.
And chief among his most prized possessions was Monty, a truly unusual and lovely specimen, his licensed Companion of several years, though Justin was notoriously close-lipped about where he'd obtained them and how they'd been trained.
Companions were a ubiquitous sight in circles like this, even in - especially in - formal business settings. They were a visible and carefully controlled demonstration of status, an exorbitantly expensive luxury item among the truly influential, due to the restrictions and regulations that guarded their trade, care, and keeping. It was almost considered gauche these days, simply to flaunt ownership of an expensive car, or watch, or some other material luxury as a status symbol, but demonstrating excellence in the care and keeping of a genuine, licensed Companion - boys and girls of exceeding beauty and exquisite mannerisms, who should think of nothing but pleasing their Patrons in all things - was an indicator of means, manner, and personality that had started to become a byword in the highest and most exclusive social circles. They often accompanied their Patrons - a pretty word for the relationship, all things considered - in public and in private, a celebrated underlying glue holding society together, particularly among the moneyed and entitled set. There were special designated Houses and Auctions that catered to all kinds of subjective tastes and fashions (and wallet capacities), and the consequences for straying from those established business models were swift and severe, even for the wealthiest offenders. Entire generations had been stripped of familial wealth in the payment of fines for a singular moment of indiscretion and lust, if one member was caught in unapproved and unlicensed activity, to say nothing of the additional reputational hit the good name of a company or business might take if any of their executives did the same.
But in return, these protected relationships between Companions and Patrons were allowed an extraordinary amount of leeway in what was considered acceptable behavior for polite society, an outlet for all kinds of sexual aggression and deviancy.
He can tell his guests today - here to talk business, of course, since they were in his office, perched on one of the highest floors in the city, with its own attached conference room and few other amenities - were just a tad bit distracted. Fascinated, perhaps, was a better word, when it came to their avid gazes, the way their attention was clearly divided from the delicate and sensitive negotiation at hand, and the... decorative centerpiece, that Justin had taken such pains to arrange for them.
Monty was half kneeling in the center of the table, directly in front of Justin, bound and suspended from a discreet hook in the ceiling, a beautiful mesh of chains spiraling in a pattern down their arms, held together above their head, a ballgag keeping their mouth open and muffling any noises they would be inclined to make. They are dressed in diaphanous silk, several overlapping layers covering from neck to wrists to waist, a seemingly modest cut ruined entirely by the translucence of the fine cloth, showing off the exquisite handiwork of the collar wrapped around their neck, the heavy weights clamped around their perked nipples, their perfectly sized breasts - just enough to be a substantial handful in each hand - bouncing with their movements, their trim waist and stomach. Sheer silk stockings in a matching color, cover them from toes to just under their thighs, matching ribbons as garters tying them off, though they are starting to loosen now from sweat and exertion.
From waist to knees, they are utterly exposed to the entire room, their legs splayed wide, revealing two vibrating dildos tucked inside them - one in each hole, leaving a puddle of lubricant and slick come pooling underneath them on the polished wooden tabletop. But the piece de resistance was their cock, wrapped in matching silk ribbons, dripping precome from the head and jerking with their movements as they writhe and sob on the table in front of the assembled group.
Almost absentmindedly, Justin reaches a hand out to rest on his Companion's ankle, a gentle, subtle caress, while he attentively watches the speaker at the head of the room giving the presentation. A few of the other men in the room have already given up pretense, dragging their own Companions underneath the table top to utilize their mouths or hands, their eyes clearly fixed on Monty as they muffle groans of arousal and appreciation.
at his pleasure
And chief among his most prized possessions was Monty, a truly unusual and lovely specimen, his licensed Companion of several years, though Justin was notoriously close-lipped about where he'd obtained them and how they'd been trained.
Companions were a ubiquitous sight in circles like this, even in - especially in - formal business settings. They were a visible and carefully controlled demonstration of status, an exorbitantly expensive luxury item among the truly influential, due to the restrictions and regulations that guarded their trade, care, and keeping. It was almost considered gauche these days, simply to flaunt ownership of an expensive car, or watch, or some other material luxury as a status symbol, but demonstrating excellence in the care and keeping of a genuine, licensed Companion - boys and girls of exceeding beauty and exquisite mannerisms, who should think of nothing but pleasing their Patrons in all things - was an indicator of means, manner, and personality that had started to become a byword in the highest and most exclusive social circles. They often accompanied their Patrons - a pretty word for the relationship, all things considered - in public and in private, a celebrated underlying glue holding society together, particularly among the moneyed and entitled set. There were special designated Houses and Auctions that catered to all kinds of subjective tastes and fashions (and wallet capacities), and the consequences for straying from those established business models were swift and severe, even for the wealthiest offenders. Entire generations had been stripped of familial wealth in the payment of fines for a singular moment of indiscretion and lust, if one member was caught in unapproved and unlicensed activity, to say nothing of the additional reputational hit the good name of a company or business might take if any of their executives did the same.
But in return, these protected relationships between Companions and Patrons were allowed an extraordinary amount of leeway in what was considered acceptable behavior for polite society, an outlet for all kinds of sexual aggression and deviancy.
He can tell his guests today - here to talk business, of course, since they were in his office, perched on one of the highest floors in the city, with its own attached conference room and few other amenities - were just a tad bit distracted. Fascinated, perhaps, was a better word, when it came to their avid gazes, the way their attention was clearly divided from the delicate and sensitive negotiation at hand, and the... decorative centerpiece, that Justin had taken such pains to arrange for them.
Monty was half kneeling in the center of the table, directly in front of Justin, bound and suspended from a discreet hook in the ceiling, a beautiful mesh of chains spiraling in a pattern down their arms, held together above their head, a ballgag keeping their mouth open and muffling any noises they would be inclined to make. They are dressed in diaphanous silk, several overlapping layers covering from neck to wrists to waist, a seemingly modest cut ruined entirely by the translucence of the fine cloth, showing off the exquisite handiwork of the collar wrapped around their neck, the heavy weights clamped around their perked nipples, their perfectly sized breasts - just enough to be a substantial handful in each hand - bouncing with their movements, their trim waist and stomach. Sheer silk stockings in a matching color, cover them from toes to just under their thighs, matching ribbons as garters tying them off, though they are starting to loosen now from sweat and exertion.
From waist to knees, they are utterly exposed to the entire room, their legs splayed wide, revealing two vibrating dildos tucked inside them - one in each hole, leaving a puddle of lubricant and slick come pooling underneath them on the polished wooden tabletop. But the piece de resistance was their cock, wrapped in matching silk ribbons, dripping precome from the head and jerking with their movements as they writhe and sob on the table in front of the assembled group.
Almost absentmindedly, Justin reaches a hand out to rest on his Companion's ankle, a gentle, subtle caress, while he attentively watches the speaker at the head of the room giving the presentation. A few of the other men in the room have already given up pretense, dragging their own Companions underneath the table top to utilize their mouths or hands, their eyes clearly fixed on Monty as they muffle groans of arousal and appreciation.