Chapter 26
After the C&W set had ended, I realized how hungry I was. In back of the bar building some group had a barbecue dinner going as a fundraiser. Greg and Kevin both said they were hungry, so I shepherded them into line by taking hold of one of each of their tits and pulling them towards the food line.
While we were standing in line, one of the "models," a friend of Kevin's I guess, saw Kevin and came over to where we were standing. I couldn't hear what he said, but Kevin blushed and the guy gave a sort of evil cackle.
As the guy left Kevin and walked past me, only a couple of feet away, I reached out and took hold of one of his tit rings through the tight shiny-black lycra shirt that clung to his well-cut chest. As he became my prisoner, I had a chance to see what I had caught. And what a catch it was!
The guy was around 5'11" tall, maybe an inch taller than I am. His hair, his eyes, and his fair skin screamed "Irish" to me. The guy had short, straight red hair and cute bangs, and a faint moustache that showed against his fair and freckled face. He had turquoise eyes-real, I found out later, not colored contacts. He had fine biceps showing through the tight sleeves of his shirt, and a body that tapered to an impossibly-small 28 or 29-inch waist. His pants draped tightly and finely over a gorgeous rounded ass. Somehow I knew he had at least one tattoo, maybe a small bird or something on his shoulder. I also found out later that I was right about the tattoo, only it was a delicate rose with a small circle of leaves around it, and on his shoulder.
Anyway, when I took hold of the guy's tit, he looked at me in shock and started bending an arm to pull my hand off. I squeezed his tit and twisted the ring some more. And stared him down.
The guy was appropriately cowed, I guess; he relaxed his arm and waited to see what I wanted. Then I noticed that the bulge in his pants was perceptibly larger. I guess he LIKED the thought of being dominated. "What's your name? I growled at him, not relaxing my grip on his tit.
"Micheal," the guy replied.
"Michael what?" I asked.
"Michael, um, Sir," the guy said, tentatively.
"What's your last name?" I growled again, and gave his tit ring a quick twist.
"Michael Flannery, Sir," the guy-Michael-said.
"Well, Michael Flannery," I said-I like calling them by their full names. It puts them properly in their place. "I don't like it when the guys likes like you are rude to my boys." Michael looked up, surprised, when I said, "My boys." Before he could say anything I added, "Maybe I have to teach you manners. What do you say?"
Michael couldn't apologize fast enough. Nevertheless, I wasn't about to let such a fine catch off my hook. "I'm busy with these two today," I said, pointing at Greg and Kevin. "Do you come here often, Michael Flannery?"
"I'm here just about every Sunday," Michael replied.
"Good," I said. "Be here by four next Sunday."
"I'm busy next Sunday," Michael replied, sounding a little disappointed. "I have plans already."
"Change them," I said, giving his tit and tit ring a twist for emphasis.
Michael started to say, "I can't" when I gave his tit another twist, and held my hand there. Again Michael started raising his arm. I stared at him. He backed down. "Yes, Sir," was his PROPER response.
I released his tit. Michael waited for me to say something, so I did. "One more thing," I said. "Next week, when you come, bring a leash with you."
"A leash?" Michael asked.
"Yes," I said. "A leash. A dog leash. They're good for controlling wayward dogs." "Or boys," I added, after a pause.
Again Michael looked at me. Then he gulped and said, "But I don't have anything to attach it to."
Cute but dumb. I pulled at his tit ring.
"They're kind of small," Michael said.
"Well, I can see you have a Prince Albert," I said, smiling. "That'll do. Now, I'll see you next week."
Michael's mouth opened really wide and he stared at me. Was I kidding about attaching a leash to his PA? Again he waited, like he was waiting for me to say something. Since it was just about time for us to get our food I said, "Go. See you next week." Michael walked away, and only once glanced over his shoulder to see if I was watching him. I was, and noticed he sort of grinned at me-then lowered his head and looked properly cowed-when he saw me staring balefully at him. I licked my lips in anticipation of the next time I'd see Michael, then turned back to Greg and Kevin.
In case you're wondering, Michael did have a leash with him the following Sunday. And no, I didn't attach it to his Prince Albert. At least not during the dancing. It turns out Michael was a superb lead and we danced quite well together. The leash would have only gotten in the way. But I had to show in who was going to be boss, so when it was time to leave the bar I did reach for his fly. Michael waited-looking a little scared-then kind of grinned ruefully when I clipped the leash through one of the buttonholes of his 501s. I DID find a use for his PA and tit rings when we got back to my house, which included a bit of bondage-which Michael had never tried, but seemed to enjoy, if cumming three times is any indication-and shaving, of course, and even some fucking-Michael did that as well as he danced. Some day I'll tell the whole story. But now back to THIS Sunday.
Greg, I noticed, was grinning from ear to ear. He'd enjoyed the show. Kevin was standing there with his mouth open, as if wondering what he'd gotten himself into. "You can close your mouth," I suggested, "Unless you would like us to fill it with something? Your underwear would do until we got back home."
Kevin quickly closed his mouth. Since it was our turn to get food, I motioned to Greg and Kevin to go first, then picked up a plate. Greg found us three seats at a picnic table outside, then said, "Excuse me. Let me go get us some drinks."
I said, "Thank you, Greg," as he hurried away. I turned to Kevin and said, "That should have been YOU offering to get us drinks." I added, "Oh, well, if you hang around us long enough, we'll teach you some manners." I grinned and said, "You look like a young enough pup to teach new tricks to!"
Greg came back with our drinks and sat down. The rest of the meal was pretty normal, just three guys eating and chatting about this and that-music, the local gay scene, work (Kevin worked at the local Nordstrum's, that's why his clothes were impeccable. Not that he actually bought clothes there, he just learned what worked well and bought them at cheaper places.) He was a couple of years out of college, was currently not seeing anyone, and had very little experience except for vanilla sex. He had not decided whether he was a top or bottom-he actually apologized when he admitted this-he liked getting fucked but he also liked giving and getting blowjobs. Just a normal, healthy young man!
I told Kevin, during the course of our meal, that he'd have a chance to try some other things, nothing too heavy, just "fun" things. I told him Greg was going to be running the show; I'd just be there to lend a hand-and other part of my body. Kevin looked a little worried when I added, "And we promise not to leave any permanent marks. At least, none where they'll show when you're wearing clothes."
Kevin looked VERY relieved when Greg said, "He's just kidding. He's really an old softy. [I'll have to punish Greg for calling me old!] He hasn't done anything to me that a little time won't cover up!" Kevin looked puzzled at this, so Greg started rubbing his chest, "Usually I have more hair here." After a pause he added, "And other places. But of course, you'll find that out soon enough. And be joining us in the smooth crowd."
I was done eating, and Kevin and Greg seemed to be just about done. I looked at them and said, "Ready to go?" THIS time Kevin knew what was expected of him. He picked up Greg's and my empty plates and such, and took them with his when he went to thrown them out. He even came back with some clean napkins for us to wipe our hands on.
Greg and I stood up. "Do you want to follow us in your car?" I asked Kevin.
"Um, sure," he said. Then he straightened up and said, "Yes, Sir. I'll follow you and Greg, Sir. Lead on, please, Sir." Three 'sirs' in one speech may have been a little bit much, but at least he'd remember to say them. Greg and I pushed out way through the crowd with Kevin in tow. Kevin's car was parked pretty close to ours, and our caravan was soon headed to the house for some Sunday evening fun.