CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ladies and Gentlemen", I announced, "presenting, as you've never seen him before, the lovely Noah -- Ta Da".
Ray, Dan and Sebastian were kind enough to clap appreciatively as Noah re-entered the living room. I'm not sure if they were applauding the beautiful naked boy, or my deft handiwork in depriving him of his pubes, but either way it was a nice gesture.
"OK then, one more round of drinks and then we'll hit the pub. Noah - off you go."
And again, he waddled around with his little stiffie, collecting glasses and glances. He was, after all, standing directly in front of each member of the company in turn, his little cock now bereft of all hair and at exceedingly full-mast. No gay man could possibly have taken their eyes off the little joy-stick that was bobbing about just under their nose.
Once the house-boy was out of the room, Ray was the first to speak.
"Well Graeme, you certainly surpassed yourself there. Well done, a very impressive show. What do you do for an encore?".
"Oh just wait", I purred smugly, "I might have one more trick up my sleeve, you never know".
Noah returned with the drinks refilled and went though his little ritual of presenting each of us with a full glass and a full frontal view.
I noticed that Noah had poured himself another one - I decided to let that pass for now, but he'd have to be better house-trained if this is to be an ongoing relationship. I grinned to myself at the thought of the many ways of disciplining the 5'8" of quivering boy that stood before me.
"Anyhow guys", I said, pulling my thoughts back to present delights, "let's neck these drinks and get to the pub soon, yeah?".
This was met with a chorus of approval, and a few ribald comments about taking Noah out just the way he was. He glanced over at me, somewhat worried.
It was touching that he already looked to me as a pet would to it's owner, fearful that there might be the remote possibility of public nudity, but I wasn't ready to let Noah get arrested and put an end to the rest of my evening's plans. I shook my head gently, and said "No no, he can have his clothes back. Well, most of them anyway".
I took his red silk boxers from my trouser pocket for a theatrical deep sniff, which raised a few mock cries of "disgusting" and "pervert" from my audience, but they were good-natured given the entertainment I had provided in return for extracting the silken undies.
Noah had the good grace to blush at the knowledge that he'd be out in public again with no knickers on, and this time freshly pubeless too. Of course, currently only he and I knew about his other little (well, about six inches) secret that he'd also be taking out with him.
I decided to move on to the grand finale - time for a spot of 'show and tell' before we left.
"Umm, Noah", I said, again trying to sound nonchalant, "would you mind putting the TV remote control back where you found it please?". I smiled at him sweetly as if it were an entirely innocent request, but we both knew it would reveal his other surprise to the assembled audience.
"Yes, Sir", came though slightly gritted teeth as he stood and raised his hand to his forehead for an ironic salute. I let him off though as I could tell he was just being playful. It wasn't just his cheeky grin that gave away his feelings, but the way his cock jumped back to stand at full attention too.
He repeated his earlier movements, standing bare-arsed directly in front of me on the sofa to spread and then bend at the waist, picking up the remote.
While he was down for his count of ten, only I could see the plug's little rubber base - it was hidden from Dan next to me on the sofa by the pleasant curve of young Noah's buttock, and those on the other sofa would only have had a front view.
Feeling slightly mischievous from the drinks I'd consumed, I reached out quickly and sharply tapped the base of the plug.
This brought a yelp from Noah - I'm not sure of his precise mix of surprise, pleasure and pain, but all three were in play as the vibrations travelled up the plug to stimulate his prostate.
The others giggled, thinking I'd just pinged him on his hole. They were about to find out otherwise.
"Thank you Noah. Now go and set it down in front of the TV please", I instructed.
I held my breath, knowing what was to come.
As he shuffled across to the other corner of the room and did the whole spreading and bending over thing again, I could hear a gasp from Dan on my right, and then "Oh my God, you haven't? You bloody well have. You filthy bastard Graeme", from the other sofa.
Yes, all was now revealed. My little plaything had been gently captured and then gradually tamed and unwrapped over the course of the evening: stripped, shaved and now finally plugged, ready hopefully for several later fuckings.
I winked and blew a kiss at Dan next to me on the sofa as we exchanged a loving glance and silently toasted my evening's handiwork.
Noah remained bent over in front of the TV - everything on display just as magnificently as before, but this time with a lot less hair and a lot more butt-plug.
"OK, drink up everyone. Young man get up please - it's time to take you to the pub ...".
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