Training Greg

Trainin Greg copyright 1998

Chapter 6

We got into my car and drove to the leather shop down town. I got out of the car and told Greg to follow me. I could tell he was a little self-conscious, the way he covered up his chest as we crossed the somewhat busy street. "Hands at your side," I ordered. "You have a good body. Show it off!" Greg put his hands down, and followed me into the shop.

I'd seen the guy behind the counter before, a real cutie, maybe 5-8", 140 pounds tops, good build, nice smile, and he filled out his shirt nicely.. "We'll have to connect sometime," I thought. I grinned at "Dave," as his name tag read, and told him, "I need some things for my boy here. Some toys of his own." I pointed to a nice set of tit clamps and said, "Let me try those on him."

Dave handed the clamps to me and asked, "Do you need help, Sir?"

I thought the "Sir" was a little more respectful than the "Sir" you usually hear from a sales clerk, so I replied, "Sure, help me out. He's kind of new at this, so I'm not sure he knows how tight to make them." I undid my clamps from Greg's chest, and he sucked in his breath in pain as the blood rushed in.

Dave reached for one of Greg's tits and started working on it. "You know," he said, "This would look great with a nice gold ring through it."

Greg looked at me with a panicky look. "Maybe some other time," I said. "I'd like to keep his chest intact for now."

Dave grinned, and said, "Well, maybe some other part of his body, then?" "Let's get these clamps on him, then let's talk," I replied. Dave fastened one clamp on Greg as I did the other. I'm sure Dave knew his clamp was too tight; Greg started to say something and reached for his tit. I slapped his hand away, then reached for the clamp and loosened it myself. I then reached for Dave's chest, felt a tit ring through his shirt, and started turning it slowly. Dave gave a startled look which quickly turned to a grimace of pain, as I continued turning and pulling. I turned to Greg in the meantime, and said, "I'm sure Dave is sorry he made the clamp too tight." Turning to Dave I asked, "Aren't you?"

Dave gasped out, "Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir. What was I thinking Sir? Sorry, ummm, boy?"-- puzzled what to call Greg.

I let go of Dave's tit, and he stood there, waiting to see how he could serve us-- make that me-- next. "How about leather arm bands?" I asked. Dave handed me a couple, and I held them up to Greg's arms. "Too wide," I said. Dave handed me some narrower ones, and I fastened them around Greg's upper arms. I told him to flex his arms, to make sure the bands weren't too tight. "How do they feel?" I asked.

"Fine," he said. I looked at him. "Fine, Sir." he said.

"How about a harness?" I asked Greg.

"Can I try some on, Sir?" he asked.

Dave handed us a couple, but they fitted poorly. "Maybe next time," I suggested. I saw a ball press in the cabinet, and asked to see it.

"What's that?" Greg asked. "Let me show you," I replied. I picked up Greg's right hand, and stuck a couple of fingers between the boards of the press. I then started tightening them, enough to make Greg feel the pressure, not enough to cause him any pain. "But it's not your fingers that go in there," I remarked. "The top pieces slide apart and your balls fit in there. Then I tighten it down. It's useful for making sure you're a good boy. Of course, you have to hope I stop in time and don't flatten your nuts permanently. What do you say, should we get it?" Greg looked a little queasy, and did not answer me. I tightened the wing nuts so the press tightened on his hand. "I asked you a question, boy."

Greg finally responded, "No, Sir. I don't think we need it, Sir. I'll be a good boy."

I loosened up the wing nuts and handed the ball press back to the clerk. "I bet you'd look good wearing this," I said to him.

"I've had one on before," he said with a grin.

"You'll have to bring one when you come over," I replied, "So I can see for myself."

"Yes, Sir!" David said, cheerfully.

"Do you have any locking ball rings?" I asked. Dave, the clerk showed me a couple. One was heavy and black, and looked like it had been made from recycled motorcycle parts. The other was chrome, a bit smaller, a bit snugger, and could be worn more easily under regular pants. It was roughly oval in shape, and nicely polished. The metal was maybe 1/4" in diameter, hinged at one end and with a small lock at the other end holding two sides together. "Let's go try that one on," I suggested. I turned to Dave and asked, "Can you show us where the fitting room is?"

Dave told us to follow him and lead us to the back of the store. He opened the door to a small, neat and clean room. As he ushered us in, he said, "This is where we usually do the piercings. But there's no one in here tonight, so you may as use this one. Do you want me to stay and help?"

I said, "Sure," since I had plans for Dave.

Chapter 7

Dave closed the door and I turned to Greg and told him to take down his jeans. Greg looked at me, and looked at Dave. "Maybe Dave should go get that ball press," I remarked. Without another word, Greg had his jeans undone and around his ankles.

Dave looked at Greg's smooth crotch and said, "You must have had some barber."

I said, "Thanks. You look like you might be in need of a trim. Perhaps you'd like to come over some time so I can do you?"

Dave said, "I've never been shaved. Maybe it'd be fun. Remind me and I'll give you a card so you can get in touch with me." In the meantime, Greg was just standing there, jeans down, cock and balls just hanging. If Dave noticed the butt plug, he didn't say anything.

I grabbed Greg's cock and turned to Dave and said, "What do you think? Should he get a PA? Then I could tie a leash to it and lead him around."

Greg asked, "What's a PA?"

I turned to Dave and said, "Show him yours."

Dave replied, "What makes you think I have one?"

I reached for his crotch through his jeans, felt around, and said, "You have one. Now, show it to him," I commanded. Dave slowly unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down to his knees. He had on a black jock strap, which he also lowered. A soft, 4" cut cock hung there, with maybe a 4-guage PA nicely piercing the head. Dave was right, his cock and balls were both covered with hair.

I grabbed some of Dave's pubic hairs with the hand which was not holding Greg's cock. "Now I've got you by the short and curlies," I remarked. Turning to Greg I said, "That's a Prince Albert, also called a PA. Get down and look at it," I said, releasing Greg's crotch and putting my hand on his shoulder and pressing downward. Greg knelt the best he could with his jeans tangled around his ankles. I pressed his face forward, so it was only a few inches from Dave's cock. "Touch it," I commanded, "See how it goes through Dave's cock." Greg reluctantly reached his hand up, and started turning it. Dave started getting hard. "Taste it," I commanded. Greg hesitated, and I pushed his head forward toward Dave's cock. "Run your tongue over the ring. Now take the ring in your teeth-- No, I didn't tell you to use your hand to get it into your teeth. Use your tongue and lips," I barked, swatting the back of Greg's head as Greg reached his hand to position the PA so he could take it in his teeth. By this time Dave had a raging hard-on, and Greg was biting and chewing and pulling on the ring, and the tip of Dave's cock, with his teeth.

I took Greg by the shoulder and pulled him back. "Enough, I said, "Get up." Greg got up and stood there. I noticed that his cock was rock-hard also. "So, do you want a PA?" I asked. "They start with a small one, then you gradually work your way up." Greg looked at Dave, who still stood there with his cock straight out, a strand of pre-cum slowly oozing from next to the PA.

He said, "It looks interesting, but I go to the gym, and I'm not sure what the other guys would say. Maybe some other time."

I said, "What are they going to say about your shaved body?"

Greg said, "Maybe I'll skip the gym until some of my hair grows back."

I grabbed Greg by the balls and started squeezing. "No, you'll go to the gym on Monday, and you'll take a shower, and you'll walk to and from your locker to the shower without wearing a towel. Do you understand me?"

I squeezed a little harder, and Greg said, "Yes, Sir. I'll go to the gym on Monday." I squeezed. "And I'll show off my shaved crotch," Greg added.

I turned to Dave and looked at his crotch. "You can put that away," I said, "Unless you plan on coming home with us. If you do, you'll be leaving with a lot less hair."

Dave pulled up his jock and jeans and said, "I can't tonight, but I'd love to some other time. Did you want the ball ring?" He handed the chrome ring to me, along with the keys to the small lock which held the two sides together. I unlocked the ring and fit it around Greg's sack, just above his balls. I fastened the lock, then pulled to make sure it was snug enough that Greg couldn't get it off without unlocking the lock. I put both keys in my pocket and said to Dave, "He'll take this one." Turning to Greg I said, "What are you waiting for? Pull your pants up." Greg did, having a hard time closing the buttons over the hardon that had returned as I had locked the ring around his balls.

We walked back to the front counter, Greg in obvious discomfort as he shifted his balls and jeans to try to get comfortable. "That'll teach him to wear such tight jeans," I thought. Dave rang up our purchases. I turned to Greg and said, "Pay the man." Greg looked surprised so I said, "I don't pay for your other clothing, do I? And besides, I'm training you, and letting you suck my cock, and teaching you to be a good boy. You're lucky I don't charge you for all that. And think of the money you save on haircuts! Now, shut up and pay the man. And if you're real good, tonight, I'll let you suck me off again."

As Dave was running Greg's charge through, I said to him, "You owe me something." Dave looked up, startled, and I said, "Your phone number. And the night you'll be coming over. With the ball press and whatever other toys you want me to use on you."

Handing me a slip of paper with his name and phone number, Dave said, "I work days Mondays and Tuesdays, and am off Wednesdays and Thursdays, Sir. Any of those would be good for me, Sir. I appreciate your taking the time to train me, Sir."

I thought he was laying it on a bit thick, but replied, "I'm off this Wednesday; I feel a headache coming on. Maybe we'll start Tuesday night and see how it goes. I'll give you a call at the shop." Turning to Greg I said, "Let's go. I'm thirsty and things should be heating up at the bars."

Chapter 8

We got in the car and I turned to Greg. "How do your tits feel?" I asked, "Do you want me to take the clamps off?"

Greg replied, "Well, they're a little sore. I haven't worn tit clamps before."

I said, "This will hurt," and unclamped the first one. It hurt even more since I spent a couple of minutes massaging and squeezing and playing with the tit as the blood rushed in. Greg sucked in his breath but said nothing. "Good," I thought, "He's learning." I then released the other clamp, and again spent a couple of minutes massaging his tit. I ran my fingers lightly down his smooth chest.

Impulsively, I leaned over and kissed Greg on the lips. He looked startled, and started to resist. I suspect he'd never been kissed that way by a man. Or any way, for that matter! Greg started to resist, then I could almost hear a decision being made. He opened his lips and started kissing back, in earnest. Suddenly I heard a knocking on the window. Greg and I broke off our kiss and I turned to see who was knocking. It was Dave, who had just closed up the store and was leaving. "See you Tuesday night," he mouthed through the closed window.

I reached behind to the back seat and picked up an old vest. "Here, put this on so you don't get cold," I said to Greg, "And so you don't get attacked by all of the jealous men who want your body." Greg slipped the vest on. It fit him pretty well, as I knew it would; it had fit me well in my slimmer days. "Put your tit clamps in the pocket of the vest," I said, "In case you're a bad boy and I have to use them. And don't forget that I also have the handcuffs with me." Taking off the tit clamps was nice of me, but I didn't want Greg to forget who was boss.

We got to the bar where it was leather night, of course. Not surprising since it was a leather bar. Greg got out of the car and hesitated. "Nobody's going to hurt you," I said. "In fact, you're probably going to be very popular, more popular than you ever were in a pick-up bar." He looked at me. I continued, "You have a good body. You look hot dressed like that. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, and don't have to let anyone do anything to you which you don't want them to. Even me. In there you can just say 'No.'"

Greg got his first taste of attention as we were almost at the door to the bar. A couple of guys I knew were just leaving. The one in front held a leash connected to the collar round the other one's neck. They looked at me and Greg, and the guy in front whistled. They guy in back, of course, said nothing. They guy in front said, "Looks like you got a hot date there, Ian." "Hot and smooth,": I replied. "Greg, this is Jack," I said turning to Greg. "I've shaved Jack, too." I smirked and added, "Only he doesn't suck cock as well as you do." Jack glared at me; so much for him trying to be a hot top to the guy he was leading on the leash. "Ta," I said as we walked past them and on into the bar.

The bar was crowded, but not jammed. I led Greg along one wall, past the bar, to give our eyes a chance to adjust to the gloom. After a couple of minutes, I turned to Greg and asked, "How about a beer?"

Greg, who had stood very close to me all the while said, "Sure."

"Come with me," I said, not wanting to leave Greg alone. As we stood in line waiting for our turn, a somewhat drunken leather-garbed guy came up to Greg and made a lewd remark to him. He also pawed at Greg's chest. I took hold of the guy's wrist in a policeman's hold, and squeezed. The guy looked at me and I squeezed harder. The guy winced, and reached toward me with his other hand. I squeezed again and asked, "Why don't you go crawl back under the rock you just came out from under?" I gave one final squeeze, and let go of the guy's wrist. He started to raise a fist, then thought better of it, and lurched away. "Sorry about that," I said, "But that's what you get for being so yummy-looking!" Greg grinned at me, pleased, I think, that I had protected him.

We got our beers finally, and made our way back to the protection of a wall. We stood watching, Greg in awe, me in mild amusement as a master took a slave through his paces-- making the slave kneel and lick his boots, pouring beer onto his head (what a waste of good beer) and massaging it in. In another direction a couple of leather daddies were showing off their new boys, while in yet another corner two leather queens were talking about recipes or curtains or something.

A master and his slave came over to say hello to me. I introduced Gary, the master, to Greg. They shook hands. Gary asked me, "May I check him out?" and I said, "Sure, but go easy. He's new at this." Gary rubbed Greg's chest, appreciating its smoothness. He rubbed Greg's tits. He took one between his thumb and index finger, and started pulling and tweaking it. Gary squeezed a little harder, and lifted, forcing Greg to stand on top-toes. Greg sucked in his breath, but said nothing. After a moment, Gary let go and Greg relaxed a little, but not for long. Gary continued rubbing his hands down Greg's chest, working towards Greg's crotch. Judging by the bulge, Greg was getting turned on.

Gary slid one hand lower, over Greg's balls, and started squeezing. "Gently," I reminded Gary. "I'm being easy," Gary said. He then squeezed Greg's balls harder. Greg reached one hand towards Gary's wrists, then saw my look, and put his hand back at his side. Gary continued kneading Greg's balls through his jeans. Gary turned to me and said, "You planning on fixing him?" I replied, "No, I like him the way he is." Gary gave one finally squeeze, let go and reached for the beer which his slave had been patiently holding. "Let me know if you want me to do the job," Gary said.

"Does he mean what I think he does?" Greg asked me.

Gary turned to his slave and said, "Tell him."

The slave replied, "I have no balls. I'm not worthy of having balls, so my master took them."

Gary turned to Greg and said, "Go on, check it out." Greg reached for the slave's crotch, and Gary said, "No, inside the jeans." Greg slid his hand down the front of the slave's jeans, and after a couple of seconds his eyes opened wide. I'd seen the slave naked, so I knew what Greg had found, a hairless crotch, a cock with a PA, and no balls. Gary had done a good job so the scar was just a fine line; almost as though the slave had never had balls.

I told Greg, "You can take your hand out now." Greg pulled it out quickly, almost like it had been burned.

Gary smiled in amusement. The slave, well, who cares, he was only a slave. "See you later," Gary said-- he liked showing off his slave to new people.

"Some guys are into weird things," I said. I stick my hand down Greg's pants and played with his balls, gently. "Don't worry," I said. "I like balls too much to do anything permanent like that." Greg was still sort of stunned, so I massaged his shoulders and tried to calm him down.

Chapter 9

Finally Greg seemed calm enough that I thought I could leave him alone. I told him I wanted to play pool. I signed my name up on the board, and we stood near the table waiting my turn. I asked him if he thought he could get me a beer, and he said he could. I told him to go, and saw him working his way through the crowd.

I saw Greg talking to a couple of guys on the way to the bar. On his way back, with my beer, he again said something to them. When he got back, I said to him, "Did I say you could talk to strangers?" Greg lowered his eyes and said, "No, Sir."

I said, "Am I going to have to gag you when I'm playing pool?" Greg looked horrified and said, "No, Sir; I'll behave. I promise."

I stared at him, hard, then decided to see if I could trust him. It was my turn to play pool, so I led Greg to a pole near the table and told him to stand there and hold my beer. As I played, I get my eye on him. Sure enough, the guys came over to him and tried to talk to him. Greg looked in my direction, and thought I wasn't watching, and started conversing. I told the guy I was playing pool with to excuse me for a minute, and walked over to Greg.

I said, "Excuse me," to the two guys, then added, "My boy is not supposed to talk with strangers, even guys as good looking as you are. I need to take care of him." Then I walked behind the pole Greg was leaning against, and said, "Give me your hands." Greg took a couple of breaths, then slowly put his hands behind his back. I took them, and pulled them behind the pole. Holding them with one hand, I took out my cuffs with the other hand, and proceeded to cuff Greg to the pole. I then walked in front of him and said, "You've been a bad boy. Now I have to punish you while I finish playing."

I then reached into my pants pocket and pulled out the underwear I'd stuffed on our way out the door. I told Greg to open his mouth. Greg did, without flinching. I stuck the underwear in part-way. He could easily push them out with his tongue, but they looked good in there, and kept him from talking easily. I then leaned forward and asked him, "Are you okay like this?" He nodded slightly. I then added, "If you need me, or want me, or someone starts something with you you don't like, push out the gag, and I'll be there." I then gave one of Greg's tits a hard tweak and went back to the pool table. "Sorry about that," I told my opponent.

I then finished off the table. The next guy put his coins into the slots. I won that game, and the one after that. In the mean time, I kept an eye on Greg, making sure no one was attacking him much. Actually, the second guy I beat was a friend of mine, and I told him, quietly, to go over and start playing with Greg's chest. I told him he could even play with Greg's crotch. If Greg started objecting, he was to tell him that I had given him permission.

Sure enough, Darcy, my friend, went over and had a good time with Greg. He's a master with his hands and tongue on a guy's tit's; I've even seem him get a guy to cum just working on his chest! I could see Greg looking apprehensive as the Darcy came over and started touching. Darcy whispered something in Greg's ear, then bent forward and started tonguing his tits. I could almost see the bulge growing in Greg's pants from my vantage at the pool table! Darcy noticed too; I saw him reach down and stick just a finger tip down the front of Greg's jeans.

I could hardly concentrate on the game as I watched Darcy. From the position of his hand, and the way Greg was squirming, I could tell Darcy was running just the tips of his fingers over the tip of Greg's obvious hardon. I was hoping I lost the game before Greg came, and sure enough my opponent sank the eight ball leaving three of my balls on the table.

I walked over to where Darcy now had his mouth clamped on one of Greg's tits, and the other hand still working on Greg's cock. I took hold of Darcy's shoulder and pulled him off of Greg with some effort. Darcy's hand still rested in Greg's crotch. I looked at Darcy and shook my head, "No." Darcy started to pout, so I said to him, "Do I have to cuff you to the other pole?" as I pointed to the other side of the pool table. Reluctantly, Darcy pulled his hand from Greg's pants. He looked at his fingers for a moment, then stuck them into his mouth, slowly sucking off the taste of Greg's cock. He smiled at me, then turned to Greg and said, "If this bully ever gets tired of you, give me a call."

I slid one hand down the front of Darcy's pants, outside them, and cupped his balls through the fabric. I then slowly started squeezing. I'd done Darcy before, and knew he liked it rough, in spite of his reputation as a "top." Darcy said nothing, hardly grimacing as I squeezed harder. Finally he took hold of my wrist and started trying to remove it. I, of course, just squeezed harder. Darcy gasped, then said, "Sorry, Sir. I forgot my place, Sir. But your boy IS cute." I smiled at him, then released his balls. "Thanks," I said, "If we're looking for a third, I'll give you a call. And thanks for keeping Greg occupied while I played pool."

Darcy stood there as I undid Greg's handcuffs and stuck them in my pocket. I told Greg he could take the gag out. He did, then stood there holding the underwear in his hand. "Put it in your pocket," I told him. After he'd done that, I handed him a ten-dollar bill and told him, "Go get Darcy and me beers. And get yourself whatever you want."

Darcy and I made small talk as Greg sauntered off to the bar. He seemed oblivious of the wet spot on the front of his jeans. I'd have to do something about that, like make him wear the jeans--unwashed-- to work, or maybe to the gym or something. Greg came back holding three beers. He handed one to Darcy, then turned to me and said, "Here's yours, Sir." He then stood there holding his, as if not sure what to do. I told him he could drink it, so he put the bottle to his lips and started sucking.

Shortly thereafter the bar started clearing out; men had either paired up, or left to search for "Mr. Right Now" at some other bar, or given up and gone home. Since Greg has "Master Right Now," and I had "Boy Right Now," we soon left, also, and headed back to my place.

Chapter 10

After we got back home, I told Greg to wait for me in the living room while I went to take a leak. Greg looked like he had to go, also, but he waited, properly, until I had come back before asking, "Please, Sir, may I go?" Since I'm not into water sports, I told him to he could, and that he was to strip after he was done.

Greg came back, naked except for the metal ring circling his balls, which of course he couldn't get off since I had the only keys, and the butt plug, which he'd correctly assumed was not included in my order to strip. He carried his clothing neatly in his hand. I told him where he could set them down. Then I said, "Rule number one is whenever you're in the house, you're to naked, unless I tell you otherwise. If you have to answer the door or go out to get the paper, you can put on a pair of shorts. I'll tell you about rule number two tomorrow morning."

Greg looked at me when I said 'tomorrow morning.' I doubt he had considered that he might be sleeping over. So I said to him, "If you want, I'll take off the ball ring and you can take out the butt plug and I'll give you your clothes and you can go home. Alternatively, we can finish off what's been a most enjoyable evening-- so far-- for me, and you can sleep over. The choice is yours. It's a big decision, so I'll go do a couple of things while you decide."

I left Greg standing there, considering, while I went into the bedroom. What I did was to get down a second pillow, get out some guest towels and a spare toothbrush, and generally straighten up the bedroom. If Greg decided to stay, then he would clean up the bedroom in the morning. After a few minutes I went back into the living room to find out what Greg had decided. I hoped he'd decided to stay.

He stood there, sort of at attention, waiting for me to return. "What do you want me to do now, Sir?" were his words to me upon my return.

"Let's go shower off some of the smoky smell from the bar," I replied. Greg followed me towards the bathroom. As I leaned into the shower to turn on the water, I told Greg, "Take that butt plug out, and wash it thoroughly. It should be clean enough to stick into your mouth." That would give Greg good incentive to clean it thoroughly...

Greg bent forward and reached behind himself to pull out the plug. I watched as he struggled; I guess his ass was happy with something in it. Good; it would soon HAVE something else in it! At last Greg was able to grasp the plug and twist it out. He turned on the water in the sink-quite hot-and washed the plug. Greg used plenty of soap, too. When he was done, he turned to me and asked, "What should I do with the butt plug?"

I told Greg to leave it on the sink, adding, "We'll see if you want to wear it to the gym tomorrow." Greg looked at me. "Well, you have a vote," I said, "Only my vote counts double." Greg didn't reply.

I opened the door to the shower and motioned Greg to get in. I followed, and closed the door. Standing there in the shower with a good looking guy, I couldn't help but start to get hard. I immediately turned to Greg, put my arms around him and hugged him close. I then leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.

As I started to kiss him, I could feel some resistance; we were moving kind of fast. None-the-less, after a couple of seconds his lips parted and my tongue entered his mouth. He even started returning the hug; his arms wrapped around my back. His cock liked the situation, too, it seemed; I could feel it rising between us. We stood there as the warm water cascaded over us, hugging and kissing.

After a deep smooch I pulled my head back and said, "Let's get cleaned." I picked up a scrub brush, soaped it up, and told Greg to turn around. I scrubbed his back side from his neck to his toes, paying particular attention to his ass and crack. I then told him to turn around. I added soap to the brush and proceeded to scrub Greg's front, starting at his wrists and working my way to his shoulders, then chest. As the brush scraped his tits, Greg winced, then leaned forward, pressing harder against the brush. I like a boy with spirit!

I worked the brush down Greg's belly and along the top of his hardening organ. I took his cock by the tip and held it as I scraped the bristles along its length. I skinned back his foreskin and scrubbed gently. Greg gasped anyway; a scrub brush is hardly the right tool for cleaning the glans.

Greg gasped again as I ran the scrub brush over his earlier-shaven balls. I told him to spread his legs-which he did-so I could clean the underside of his balls and back towards his ass. Finally I was satisfied that Greg was clean enough. I told him, "That was the soft brush. If I really have to clean you, I'll use a really stiff brush, the one I sometimes use for scrubbing floors."

I then handed Greg the brush and said, "Do me. And do a good job." Greg soaped up the brush, then moved behind me. He ran the brush lightly across my shoulders. "Put some muscles into it," I growled. "You wouldn't be here if you were a limp-wristed fairy!" Greg pressed harder; I could feel the bristles dig in and my back started tingling as he pressed.

Greg followed my lead as I had done him, paying particular attention to my ass, then my underarms and my tits as he started on my front. I handed him a dish scrubber and told him, "Use this on my cock and balls. And get on your knees when you're working on them so you can see properly."

Greg soaped up the scrubber and knelt before my cock. He took it gently in his hand and scrubbed it clean. He worked the foreskin back-not that I have much of one, but at least I am cut very neatly-and cleaned it thoroughly. He took my balls in his hand and cleaned them like the jewels they were.

Greg stayed kneeling and looking up at me. "You can do my feet, too, while you're at it," I told him. He picked up one foot and proceeded to clean it thorough, scrubbing well between the toes. He then cleaned the other one, then looked up at me. I motioned him to rise. I then turned off the shower and led him back into the bathroom.

After drying ourselves, we headed into the bedroom. I turned to Greg and told him to move close and spread his legs. I picked up a key from the table and removed the ring from around Greg's balls. I then set the ball ring down on the table. "This goes on tomorrow, before we leave the house. That's rule number three; whenever you leave the house the ring goes on." Greg looked at me. "I'll tell you rule number two tomorrow morning."

I then moved to the foot of the bed, turned around, then laid back, spreading my legs. "Suck me off," I ordered. Greg knelt between my legs and put my cock in his mouth. I gave him additional orders, to suck harder, to lick the head, to suck on my balls. Finally I felt myself getting close, so I told Greg to stop. He looked up at me, puzzled. "It's your turn," I told him, "And I want you to tell me when you're getting close. You'd better not come."

Greg took my position on the bed, knees hanging over the edge, a deliciously bald cock and balls staring me in the face as I knelt. I took Greg's balls in my mouth and sucked. I ran my tongue over and around them. Greg purred with delight. I then got down to serious cock-sucking. After a few minutes, I could feel Greg's balls tighten up beneath my chin. I waited for him to say something, knowing not what punishment would befall him if he came. At last he gasped, "Please, Sir, stop. I'm close, real close."

I took Greg's cock from my mouth. I then grasped Greg's ball sac above his balls with one hand and gave then a hard slap with my other hand. Greg's cock immediately started softening. "That's for waiting so long," I told him. "Now back on your knees."

A second time I had Greg suck on my cock and balls, getting me closer and closer until I told him to stop. A second time I had Greg lay on the bed as I sucked him close to climax. This time he stopped me very early, so I continued sucking until I felt his balls tighten. Again I grasped Greg's balls and smacked them. "That was for not waiting until you were really close," I told him.

Yet a third time we repeated, first Greg sucking me to near orgasm, then me getting him oh so close. This time Greg's cock was leaking profusely as he cried, "Stop, Sir, please Sir." I let up on his cock and told Greg, "That's how close I want you when I tell you to stop before coming."

This time I told Greg to turn around and hang his head over the edge of the bed. I positioned myself in front of his waiting mouth. "Tell me if you're choking," I said as I fed him my cock. I pressed forward, burying myself deeper and deeper until at last Greg's chin was against my belly. I withdrew almost completely, letting Greg take a breath, before pushing my cock back down his throat. Greg's cock was rock-hard in appreciation of the treat being fed his mouth.

I quickened my pace, but not the length and depth of my strokes. I felt myself getting closer, and gasped, "Here it comes, boy. Don't spill a drop!" I came, gushing down Greg's eager throat. Greg's cock dripped profusely as I came and came and came yet again. At last I was sated, and pulled my cock from Greg's mouth. Leaning forward, I told Greg to make sure my cock was clean. He turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed, bent forward, and proceeded to lick the last drops of cum from my piss slit as I stood before him.

He continued sitting there, cock rock hard, and dripping, waiting for my next command. And he waited. Abruptly I turned, and went towards the bathroom. "It's time for bed," I told Greg over my shoulder. "Let's go brush our teeth."

Greg stood up, puzzled. He looked like he was about to say something, so I told him, "Boys who talk to strangers in bars without permission are bad boys. And bad boys are not allowed to come." I handed Greg a plastic-wrapped throwaway toothbrush, and proceeded to brush my teeth. Greg then brushed his. As he stood there, rinsing, I stood behind him and massaged his shoulders. "If you're a good boy tomorrow, then maybe I'll let you come."

Greg followed me back to the bed. I turned back the covers, and motioned for him to get in. I then went and turned off the light and climbed in bed beside him. I turned on my side and pressed against him where he lay face down. I took hold of one shoulder and pulled to get him to turn onto his side. I lay there, spooning with him. It was probably the first time Greg had ever spooned with someone whose cock was pressed up along the crack of his ass. We fell asleep like that.