Vieri trembled, his arms holding him up. Of course he hadn’t touched himself this time, he remembered the flogging and milking from the last time he had touched himself without Maestro’s express permission. He only wanted Maestro. Only Maestro could fulfill him. The fact that he hadn’t even gotten hard when he touched himself was embarrassing enough the first time. The flogging and milking was just to prove that only Maestro could arouse him, could give him what he needed.

But right now, Maestro was frowning. Oh, not good.

“Are you wearing the underwear I bought you?”

Oh, wait. Good frown. That was his thinking frown. Perhaps if he looked at Maestro’s ears, he could see the steam from the hard thinking he was engaged in.

Staying silent, he waited for Maestro to realize that yes, he was wearing the clothes Maestro had bought him. He was that desperate to be reminded of Maestro.

The frown cleared away, that warm smile lighting up his face. “Did you miss me?”

His Maestro was an idiota.

“Yes, Maestro, I missed you! I’ve cleaned this entire place top to bottom, and I don’t have any work left to do! I have a three day ‘break’ from work, so are you going to screw me or am I going to make dinner!”

…..Maestro was still working with him on his tolerance for teasing. But he suspected that Maestro actually like his outbursts and conversations, as he always asserted that communication was key.

In fact, he was flat out grinning like a loon.

“Oh, I am hungry, but only for a meal you can provide.” The not so subtle rub of his shoe against Vieri’s privates, the cool friction and slow rub causing his eyes to flutter, and his head fall back.

Ah, what Maestro did to him, it never stopped.

The cool feeling was removed.

“Take them off.”