Though Lucio spoke with his typical easy confidence, Ansel could sense a mild trepidation crawling beneath the young man's skin. The professor wasn't disappointed that Lucio might have been feeling something akin to fear or maybe regret. Lucio had been at the mercy of perverted, abusive men far too many times in his short life, and although Ansel found himself eager to test and play with his exceptional young lover, he had no desire to push Lucio beyond what was comfortable. How far that was exactly, only Lucio could say, but Ansel was willing to go as slow as needed to keep the Englishman's cool composure from crumbling.<br/><br/>A silent decision was made to leave Lucio's legs free. He could walk around without limitation as he wished. Sit, stand, perhaps even wrap his thighs around the waist of a certain older male. Bitterness over Delou was forgotten as Ansel led the tied up beauty to the bed, motioning for him to carefully sit. “Comfortable?” Ansel asked, checking the ropes a final time to ensure they were not rubbing against Lucio's milky skin.<br/><br/>“I wish for you to remember something, sweetness,” Ansel purred, running his fingers down the sharp edges of Lucio's sculpted jawline, “everything we do, we do together. You may have wanted this to be a night for me, but it is one for you as well. Anything you could possibly desire, all you have to do is ask.”<br/><br/>Ansel's gazed drifted once more to the collection of toys Lucio had assembled. Pushing aside the role of caring boyfriend would be simple enough; Ansel was used to changing faces on a whim, turning himself into a social chameleon to satisfy whomever he happened to be entertaining. If Lucio wanted a cruel master, Ansel could certainly play the part, but he doubted the young man would truly enjoy such a thing. No, no, that wouldn't do. Lucio needed a gentler touch. Firm and commanding, unyielding, but gentle.<br/><br/>“I'm giving you the first choice, my darling,” Ansel explained, strolling over to the bedroom closet so he could hang up his suit jacket. “You will lose one ability. The ability to see or the ability to speak. Consider the option a gift from me to you.” The professor smirked, slipping his coat onto a wooden hanger and placing it away delicately before he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the soft, dark hair across his broad chest. “As the night progresses, you may lose another ability, you may not. Simply depends on my mood and whatever else we get up to.” Shirt removed, and now Ansel worked at he leather belt at his waist. Slowly, teasingly, moving with the utmost meticulousness as he slid across the floor, returning to his lover.<br/><br/>Without further explanation, Ansel plucked the cock ring from its station among the collection of toys, kneeling down on one knee. With a playful grin on his face, Ansel's hands slipped into the warm spot between Lucio's lean thighs, gliding up his skin and carefully easing his balls and flaccid dick through the ring. “Admittedly, when I fantasized about presenting a ring to you, this isn't quite what I imagined, though I can't say I'm upset.” The ring was a good fit; it'd drive Lucio crazy once the boy's cock was thick and engorged.<br/><br/>“So what will it be, Lucio?” Ansel asked, lightly stroking the young man's cock with his fingertips. “Eyes, mouth? And what should I use on that perfect ass first?”