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From Part 1:
We went in the restaurant, a forty-something guy in a beard accompanied by a teenaged goth all in black, with a shirt that was solid only down to his nipples and open mesh underneath, holding on to a leash attached to a chain collar on a wholesome, blonde, all- American looking twenty-one-year-old. We must have made quite a sight.
Part 2:
Dinner was pretty mild. I made gothboy drop the leash once we were at the table, but since I was sitting across the table from him, from time to time I did put my foot up in Jo's lap and massage his dick with my foot. Gothboy turned out to be a freshman from the University of Chicago, so he was legal after all. He was actually very interesting and articulate for an 18-year-old. Jo sat there the whole time, pretty quiet, though when the waiter flirted with him he did smile a lot. Gothboy decided to stake his claim during one of these flirts he slipped his hands down the back of Jo's shorts at one point while the waiter was there and put Jo's hand in his own lap. Jo got the point and started rubbing gothboy's crotch, which immediately swelled up noticeably. The kid had a good fake id, too, because even though he was carded when he ordered a beer, the waiter ended up bringing it. Or maybe he just thought he'd get on the kid's good side for later LOL. Anyway, the goth boy had polished off his beer and we were finishing the hors d'oeuvres, when he said he had to piss and asked if he could take "the bitch" with him. I said sure.
--------------- GOTHBOY
How hot is it when you run into a guy wearing tight shorts, wrist cuffs, and a leash on a street corner? That's what happened to me today when I was all dressed up for a goth party. I figured the older guy with leashboy was his owner, so I grabbed the kid's leash and started talking to the old guy. Somewhat to my surprise, he let me walk along with them. More to my surprise, I found myself getting turned on by this guy who had to be at least 35. Of course, holding a college kid's leash while you walk him down the street was pretty hot too, even in Boystown. I even talked them into letting me have dinner with them.
At the restaurant, I played with the boy's asscrack some while his master rubbed his foot in his crotch from time to time. After I'd had a beer and needed to piss, I thought, "Why not give it a try?" so I asked if I could take the bitch back to the restroom with me. I figured I'd see if I could make him drink my piss. The SIR just shook his head and smiled a little bit and let me take leashboy with me. I decided to be discreet, so I just told him to follow me, but I didn't actually grab his leash. When we got to the restroom, I told him to get in the handicapped stall on his knees. He didn't look happy, but he did it. I went in and closed the door. I wanted to leave it open in case anyone else wanted to play, but this was a pretty classy restaurant and I didn't quite have the balls.
Anyway, I grabbed his leash and wrapped it around one forearm then told him to get my dick out. He did, and I told him to open up. There was a frown on his face, but his hand had also dropped to his crotch, I noticed, and he was rubbing himself. I put my dick in his mouth. He closed it. It took awhile, but I finally started pissing. The bitch took most of it, although some dribbled out the side of his mouth even though you could see his throat muscles working as he swallowed. He was rubbing himself the whole time, even when the piss dribbled out his mouth down his shirt, getting it nice and wet. When I got through, I made him lean down and kiss my boots for good measure. He looked pissed off, but I noticed he was still rubbing his crotch.
------------------ ME
When they got back, I noticed several things. Jo was hard, his cock a nice bulge in his tight shorts; he looked pissed but also a little flushed in the face; his shirt was wet in places. There was a big smirk on the kid's face, so I assumed he'd made Jo drink his piss in the bathroom.
Dinner was on the table when they got back, and we had a nice meal. At one point, the kid must have been fingering Jo's cunt, because his hand had disappeared behind Jo's back and then Jo started squirming.
Each time the cute waiter came back (long bleached blonde hair, a real surfer-boy look- didn't know anybody looked like that anymore), he stayed a lot longer than he needed to, but I also noticed he was flirting with gothboy now instead of jo. Apparently, he'd noticed gothboy taking charge of jo and decided he wanted to be the sub tonight after work lol. Either that, or he thought the goth look was hot.
I paid the check, and to his credit gothboy really did try to pay for his part. I told him he'd pay me back later. He looked surprised, then a little worried, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Thank you, sir."
We went out and headed down the street to a tougher bar, ___________________. We went in and gothboy didn't even get carded. The bouncer did raise his eyebrows at me, and I nodded as if to say, "yeah, the freak's with me." I made Jo go get us drinks, beers for him and gothboy and a hurricane for me. I let the boy sit at the table with me but told him to behave. He nodded and said yessir. I made jo kneel down beside me to drink his beer and wrapped his leash around my forearm. His crotch plumped up when I did that.
After a few minutes of crowd-watching (leather bars are so entertaining if you can just watch and aren't all caught up in the dominance games), I was about to get up to go piss, when who walks up but grungeboy from the first bar earlier in the evening. His eyes light up as he sees us.
"Hey, dude, long time no see? How's your bitch? And who the fuck is the goth?" He's clearly been drinking. As he said he'd had no money, I assumed he'd spent the forty I'd given him on alcohol. But he must've read my mind, because he dug in his pockets, pulled out two twenties, and said, "Nope, I've still got em. Savin em for Steamworks later like you said. I've just been blowin guys for drinks." I shook my head.
I told him to sit down and join us and I'd buy him a drink. He ordered bourbon and coke, so I had goth boy go get it and a couple of more beers. I told jo to get under the table and give grungeboy a blow job. I had to undo the leash, but I passed it over to grungeboy, who looked totally blown away at being the top boy for awhile. Soon, I saw grungeboy squirming and licking his lips, so I knew jo was down there doing his thing.
"How is he?" I asked.
"Pretty fucking good, dude, pretty fucking good" was the response.
Gothboy came up with the drinks and said, "It's "SIR" as long as you're with us, bitch." Interesting. Were we going to have a bitch fight at our own table? Grungeboy just looked at him, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
But either he was used to backing down-which I guess you'd have to be if you blew guys for drinks-or he was feeling too good from the blowjob to worry about mind games because he just licked his lips, moaned, and said, "Oh, fuck yeah. Pretty fucking good, sir." Gothboy looked over at me and smirked. I told him pretty sharply to sit down. He did, and the smirk was gone. Grungeboy just kept moaning. I told him that if he didn't shut up, I'd stop the blowjob and put him under the table, too. His eyes opened wide, and he looked at me. "I wouldn't mind being under the table for you, sir." The words were flirty, but he sounded really serious.
"Put your dick back in your pants and go to the bathroom, boy," I told him. He gave me jo's leash as he stood up to leave. "You wanna piss, too, boy?" I asked gothboy.
"Fuck, yeah. Sir." he added as an afterthought. The boy was gonna have to be taught a lesson, but it could wait, I thought, as we all headed back to the bathroom. A muscleboy in leather chaps, a leather jock, and a leather vest (and nothing else but boots) came up as we were leaving.
"I'll watch the table for you, sir," he said very respectfully. I looked around to see which master had sent him over. A very hot muscleman, also in leather, but with pants on, not just a jock, looked at me from a couple of tables over and nodded. I made sure I went by his table on the way to the pisser and said thanks. He nodded again and told me he wanted to visit when we got back. I said sure.
Meanwhile, my three boys were in the pisser waiting for me. They all, even gothboy, knew better than to start without me though he did have jo down on his knees rubbing his face in his crotch when I walked in.
"Unless you wanna be the one drinking my piss, little goth bitch, you'd better remember that you may be above these two bitches, but you are nothing but a boy to me," I said coldly. He blanched, pushed jo's face away, said "yessir" and put his hands behind his back. I grabbed his made-up face in my hand, looked for a long time in his eyes until he dropped them. "You fuckin remember that, boy" I said. I got another "yessir". I looked away and saw jo rubbing his crotch. Apparently, he enjoyed seeing his self-appointed top put in his place. On the other hand, jo got off on humiliation, and he needed to remember he was certainly no better than the goth, so I snapped at him, "Get over here and take his piss, navy bitch!"
Jo looked shocked and blushed, but he came over on his knees and unzipped gothboy's black pants and pulled his cock out. He took it in his mouth and patiently waited for the stream to start. With his dick in another boy's mouth, gothboy recovered some of his cockiness, and it wasn't long before he was pissing. It must have been a repeat of what happened at the restaurant, because piss was soon leaking out of jo's mouth and down his shirt again. Gothboy was just smirking at his pissbitch.
Meanwhile, grungeboy dropped to his knees with no prompting from me and unzipped my pants, taking out my cock. I'm not all that into pissing guys, but if he wanted to show me appreciation, hey, what the hell, right? So I let him have my dick. It took me a little while to start the stream, and he used the time to get his own dick out and start playing with it. Once I started pissing, he jacked his dick while he took my piss. By this time we'd attracted an audience, a couple of guys with dicks out and pumping slowly. When gothboy finished pissing, he wiped his cock on jo's face and stepped back, openly grinning.
A thirty-something tatted guy in jeans and a leather vest stepped up and asked if he could use my pissboy, so I said sure. He had his dick out and put it in jo's open mouth. Jo started to close his mouth, but the guy said he wanted to see the piss flow and made jo keep his mouth open. Of course, that just meant more spilled out and all over jo's shirt, which was actually kinda hot. Gothboy must've thought so cause he started jerking his dick watching the show. When tatman finished pissing, he wiped his cock all over jo's hair, shook his head, and said, "You really need to teach him how to take piss. He's not very good."
I smiled and said, "He's young. He's got plenty of time to learn." Then my voice got cold. "But you need to learn how to be appreciative, boy. You use my pissbitch and you don't even thank me? He may not be good at taking piss yet, but he's in the navy and can beat the shit out of you if I let him."
Tatman looked like that thought had never occurred to him. I don't know why people always think subs are pussies. Jo was young, but he could take that guy apart if I let him, I bet, and there were after all four of us and one of him. You could see that realization sink in as he looked around. Grungeboy stopped sucking me to look at tatman. Would jo do anything to tatman on his own? Fuck no, he was a sub. But he was mine, and if I told him to fuck him over, that's exactly what he'd do. Tatman licked his lips and stammered out, "I didn't mean anything, man. I was just sayin..."
I looked at him and said coldly, "I think you'd better apologize properly, man." And I paused. "On your knees." He looked like he wasn't going to do it, so I snapped my fingers at jo, who immediately got up and balled up his fists. Even with his shirt wet with piss, this boy was not someone you'd wanna mess with if he was ready to kick ass. Which he was. Tatman dropped to his knees. "Apologize properly, fucker" I told him.
He licked his lips and said, "I didn't mean to dis you, sir." I looked him straight in the eye until he dropped his gaze. The secret to mastering most people is simply not to talk. Silence, and being stared at, makes most people nervous as fuck. I grabbed his chin with my hand and brought his eyes back up to mine. I hawked up a big glob of mucus and spat it right in his face. He stiffened but decided not to wipe it away.
"Well, you did dis me, cunt. And it better not ever happen again, dipshit. You got that, boy?"
"Yessir." He got it, so I let go of his chin. He dropped his gaze and wiped off my spit, but he kept his head down.
"Let's go, boys." I put my dick back in my pants and headed for the door without looking back. They followed and were soon like a pack of puppies behind me, jostling and whispering about what I'd done to the tatted guy. Gothboy's voice had a much greater tone of respect when he talked to jo than it had had before. Apparently, he was discovering that jo was my bitch because he wanted to be, not because he was a pussy. There was a lot the little goth had to learn.
I told them to go back to our table and sit down, and I stopped off at the muscle master's table. He told me that jo was a hot bitch and asked if he was in the armed services. When I said yes, he got very interested and wondered if he could use him awhile. I just stood there quietly, looking at him. Now, I don't suppose I actually made another dom nervous, but he got the point and snapped his fingers at his musclebitch to bring him over. He pointed at the floor and then at my crotch, and leatherboy got on his knees and started nuzzling my crotch.
"You can have him if I can have the navy bitch for the night."
"Sorry, man. I don't mind your trying out the navy bitch, but you can't have him the whole night. I've got plans for that boy."
The leather man looked at me a long time while his bitch continued to nuzzle my cock. He finally took a card out of a wallet on the table and said, "If you ever want to trade, call me. I can make it worth your while." And he smiled. I took the card and told him I'd be in touch soon. I patted the leather bitch on the head and went back to my table.
Jo looked incredibly pleased when I told the group what had transpired. He just sat there grinning like a puppy. I told them to finish their drinks so we could go to the bathhouse. Gothboy went up to the bar and paid the tab. When he came back, I raised my eyebrows at him. He looked down a second and then back up at me. "Hey, you got dinner, ok?"
I smiled at him. "Don't get defensive, little goth bitch." He might have blushed, but you obviously couldn't tell under all that make-up.
"Sorry, sir. I just wanted to do something to thank you for letting me tag along tonight."
I smiled at him again and beckoned him over to me. "If you didn't have all that lipstick on, I'd rape your mouth right now, you hot little bitch. You're cute and you're sexy, but remember that as long as you're with us tonight..."
He finished my sentence: "I'm your boy. I know." He looked down, then back up again. What he said next was almost inaudible. "I kinda like being your boy."
I laughed and took his chin in my hand again. "Kid, you're just barely legal, I'm almost old enough to be your father, and you're not into daddies. But it was nice of you to say, anyway."
He just looked at me. "No, I'm not into daddies, but I'm into you. You're hot as fuck. You're good looking in a quiet sort of way, you're really smart, you're nice to a goth kid even though I doubt you're into kids and I'm pretty sure you're not into goths. You are incredibly dominant, which is sexy as fuck, and you take care of your boys. You put that tatted guy in the bathroom on his knees for the way he treated jo, not for dissing you. You are an incredible man, and I'm sticking with you as long as you let me." Then he grinned. "Plus, your bitch is one hot number!"
Well, I was impressed he realized that mastering the tatman was for jo, not for me. And he was fun, I have to say. I'm not usually into kids because I like a man to know what he wants and how to give me what I want. I made an exception for jo because he was so fucking obedient. And cute. He was a great toy. But this kid? He was an amusing combination of cocky college kid and obedient boy. We'd have to see which one of those won out before the evening was through. I was placing bets on his ending up as my bitch, too, but probably still above jo in the hierarchy.
There was a mini-park we were walking by as I was musing on what the kid had said, and I swerved into it. We went over to the side by a building where it was dark, and I pointed at my feet. Jo immediately dropped down. I unzipped, pulled my cock out, and said, "Suck me, bitch." He immediately put his mouth on my dick and started moving up and down, licking the underside as his mouth rolled all around my cock, bobbing back and forth on my rod. Gothboy was licking his lips, so I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down as well, telling grungeboy to go keep watch. I pulled my cock out of jo's mouth and slid it between the goth kid's dark lips as he opened up for me. I made him suck me awhile, shoving my cock in and out of those pouty, goth lips, getting a little of his lipstick smeared on my cock. Then I pulled off and told him to kiss jo. It was hot to see two boys kneeling on the ground, in the dark, at my knees, making out with each other at my command. Gothboy was feeling up jo's crotch during the makeout, and I could hear them both moan as their tongues dueled in their mouths. Jo was backing down, and gothboy's head was the one on top more and more as he was clearly winning the tongue duel. Gothboy would do what I told him, I figured, but jo was clearly the sub. And though he was my sub, he knew gothboy was part of our group for the evening, so he slipped into subbing for him too, probably without knowing it.
I popped each of them on the side of the head to break up the makeout session and shoved jo's head back down on my cock. I told gothboy to get up, and as he did, his hard dick was evidence of how much he enjoyed the making out. I told him to get his cock out, and it was hard enough that he had trouble fishing it out of his tight pants. But when it was finally out, I pulled jo's head off my cock and shoved it down on gothboy's. "Suck him off, bitch," I told jo. To gothboy, I said, "When you get really close, I want you to pull out and cum all over his face and hair. I want that bitch marked before we get to the bathhouse."
Gothboy moaned and nodded, licking his lips. He grabbed jo's head with both hands and just started fucking his face. With his pants in the way, he couldn't pull jo's mouth all the way to his pubes, but he was clearly getting enough of his teenaged dick in that hot bitch-mouth to do the necessary. Meanwhile, I was playing with his nipples with one hand, and I had my hand down his pants, fingering his hole with the other. He was so young that he couldn't take but a few more minutes of this, and he groaned extra loud, then pulled his spurting cock out of jo's mouth and came all over that cute blonde face. One spurt, two, three, and four all over my little bitch's face, some shooting up into his buzzed hair. I pulled my finger out of his asscrack and stuck it in his mouth for him to suck on as he came down from the sex high. He did it without thinking, although his ass was sweaty enough that I'm sure my finger had a nice ripe taste. Meanwhile, jo grabbed his cock with his mouth again and cleaned up all traces of cum from the teenaged cock that had just marked him.