Chapter 133

Giovanni stayed with me, all but clinging to my arm. He did a little shopping - buying a few colorful latex cockrings and a spandex bodysuit thing that had vibrating sensors built-in to key locations.

Twice in the first hour we were at the convention, he begged me to fuck him - which I of course took him behind the nearest curtain and did - and once he blew me at a merchant's stall. He wanted to test the merchant's blow job knee pads. They worked well, so I bought a few pairs.

When he declined to go toy shopping with Yann - their favorite California men's underwear company had a booth with new stuff - I found a quiet corner. "Ok. Out with it. What the problem?"

"There's no problem." He started, but I glared at him and he immediately relented. "I'm terrified."

"Of what?"

"This place! These people! It's like being an alcoholic at a brewery. If I get propositioned in all this, eventually, I'm going to say yes."

I started to say 'I trust you' but then I realized that it was bullshit. I didn't trust him, I wasn't about to trust him. Instead, I nodded.

"Ok. We'll see what happens next year. This year, you stay with me."

"Thank you, Boss."