CHAPTER ONE
We literally bumped into Noah at a Fringe comedy show at this year's Edinburgh Festival.
My partner Dan and I had arranged to meet a couple of friends - Sebastian and Ray - in the bar for a pre-show drink.
Just as we were finishing up and about to go into the show, a cute little twink came rushing in, looked around wildly, then crashed into me, spilling the last dregs of my beer.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said to us, "might you direct me to the box office please?".
He was very well-spoken, middle-class English, short and slim, standing about 5'8" with a button nose on a sweet little face surrounded by a mess of mousey-brown curls. Nice as that package was though, what stood out about him was his outfit. You've heard of 'mutton dressed as lamb'? Well this was definitely 'lamb dressed as mutton'. He can't have been more than about nineteen, but looked like an extra from Downton Abbey. He had the whole foppish look going on - mustard corduroy trousers with a red velvet waistcoat over a formal white shirt; a black, embroidered jacket with a silk hanky in the top pocket, all finished off with shiny brown brogues. Don't get me wrong, he was very pretty and looked tasty enough to eat, but he was definitely over-dressed for a night out on the Edinburgh comedy circuit in August.
Anyway, I looked him up and down, smiled at him, wordlessly raised an eyebrow and nodded to just over his shoulder where the big neon sign said 'Box Office'.
"Oh, umm, thanks", and he rushed off to buy a ticket.
I grinned at my companions, "What do we think then guys - family?".
"Oh definitely," said Sebastian, "no doubt about that one whatsoever".
I went to fetch drinks to take in with us, and was just being served as our young fopp joined me at the bar after buying his ticket.
"Erm, sorry again about earlier. Could I perhaps buy you a drink to replace what I spilled?".
"No no, you're fine - thanks for asking but it was almost finished anyway. Look, I'm getting a round in anyway - let me get you one too while I'm at it".
He accepted a gin & tonic (what else!?) as we established via small talk that he was in town for the weekend, crashing at a friend's place to take in some Festival shows and get a feel for the city before starting here at University in a few weeks.
As my friends and I went into the show he just tagged along uninvited, joining us in the front row and sitting next to me, grinning. I was beginning to wonder if our little chum might be as interested in me as I was in him.
But then of course, dressed as he was and sitting in the front row, there was no way that he wouldn't get picked on by the act. He held his own with the banter though, and sure enough the comic soon moved on to pick on Sebastian, sat on my other side.
As we filed out afterwards I nodded to Noah, "One more in the bar then?".
I let the others go off and chat whilst I got to know our potential new friend a little bit better.
After a few minutes, I'd mentioned that Dan was my partner, and without anything explicit being said about Noah's sexuality, it became clear that he was definitely sniffing around too. I was getting another vibe though, and that was a LOT more interesting. I decided to move in.
"So, what's your story then Noah?"
"Hmm?".
"Don't get me wrong, I like you but you seem 'different' somehow to other guys?".
"Different?".
"Yeah, well I don't just mean the whole gay thing; that's pretty common nowadays and nobody really gives a damn any more do they?, but there's something else about you - something you're keeping back?".
"Umm, like what? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean?".
"Really? Well I must warn you I have a knack for sniffing these things out you know".
I grinned at him and leaned in, smelling his hair just behind his ear.
"Hmm, doesn't smell like a virgin - that's not it then?".
He giggled softly and shook his head, but his eyes were wide, genuinely fearful that I really could divine whatever dirty secret he was hiding.
"I'm sure I could make you tell me given enough time, but I think guessing is way more fun".
He opened his mouth to reply, but I stopped him by pressing my finger to his lips.
He shivered slightly, and held my gaze, but didn't pull away. There he was, in a crowded theatre bar totally unresisting as a virtual stranger held a finger to his hushed lips.
As we held our positions, the desire between us became more and more apparent.
After about ten long seconds, I slowly moved my finger from side to side, parting his lips slightly.
He exhaled gently through his nose, like a horse that had just been broken. I felt an amazing rush of sexual power (well actually, I thought to myself "fuck me, I've turned into some kind of twink-whisperer here"). Looking into his eyes, I saw he was experiencing the reciprocal emotion, having been caught and about to be claimed and tamed.
I definitely had him.
I put a name to it for both of us - "I see. So our naughty little Noah is a big submissive then". It was more of a statement than a question, but he lowered and raised his head once in a curt little nod.
"Have you done much about it?".
This time his head shook once from side to side. I moved my finger away, giving him permission to speak.
"Well, just looking at stuff on the internet really, and reading stories too. I've thought a lot about it I guess, but no, I've never done anything about it".
"'It'? Noah. What exactly have you got in mind when you say 'it'?".
"Oh gosh, well I'm embarrassed to say really, but I think just doing what I'm told I suppose. Yes that's it, doing everything I'm told to do by someone a bit older and a bit more experienced. Letting them take charge I guess?".
He blurted the last bit out, looking up at me as if he'd just confessed some filthy, soul-troubling sin.
"I see," I murmured gently, "and could that be someone like me perhaps?".
And there it was again, that hesitant little nod, barely hiding a raw, passionate eagerness behind it. Fuck, I was beginning to get a hard-on here in the bar just thinking about where this was heading.
"OK yeah, I can help you out with that then. I'll have to clear it with my other half Dan over there, but as long as you don't mind an audience, I'm sure he'd be up for watching me fulfil your fantasies. If this is going to work though, you'll have to really trust me. I won't hurt you - at least not too much and not for too long", I said with what was meant to be a disarming grin, "but if we're doing this properly I'm going to stop asking you questions and start giving you instructions to follow. If there's anything you don't want to do, just walk away and the game's over - it all stops straight away".
He nodded his understanding and compliance, gently nibbling his bottom lip in a nervous gesture that was as sexy as fuck. Holy shit, if I played my cards right, I'd be nibbling on that lip and various other of his body parts too before the night was out.
"Now then, like I said, I'm going to tell you what to do and you're going to do it. No questions asked. So here's the rest of your evening: we're all going back to my flat for a couple of drinks before we hit the local gay bars, and you're going to be our house-boy for the night. There may be some bare flesh on your part, but I promise you it's not going to be a gang bang - I'm not sharing you with our friends, much as Ray and Sebastian might like that, and there's no sex in front of them - maybe just a little light teasing though. After we're finished in the bars, our friends will head off, and you and I will go back to mine to play properly while Dan watches. Oh, and I guess you'll probably need to let your friend know that you won't be staying at their place tonight so they don't worry".
His jaw dropped as he realised what he was getting into - I gently put a finger under his chin and lifted it up to close his mouth. "Much as I like you with an open mouth, I'm going to save that for later. Right now, I just want you to go into the gents and remove your underwear".
He gulped audibly, and looked at me with wide, pleading eyes.
"What? You do have underwear on I assume?".
"Yes of course" he hissed, "boxers if you must know".
I raised my palm back to his face again, this time cupping his cheek. I patted his face gently, then intimated my displeasure via a firm but playful tap to show that I could and would slap the shit out of him if there was any more backchat.
"Perfect then lad. Off you go. I'll be back over there beside my friends. When you come out of the gents, find me and hand me your undies - make sure that at least Dan can see what you're doing. We'll all head back to my place once you've done that. Now off you go. There's a good boy".
I turned him round, pointed him towards the gents and patted him on the rump. He looked back over his shoulder at me with a perfect mix of lust and trepidation in his eyes.
Shaking myself into action, I wandered back over to my friends, planning how to break the news that they now had a whole different kind of show to look forward to.
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