by M. A. Innes
“Bullshit. It’s your boy they’re waiting on. Normally, they’d be on their second rounds by now. But you’ve got them so worked up and excited, they don’t even want a drink.” Jake gave me a long stare that I tried to ignore. “I’ve been asked a dozen times already if I know what’s going on with you two.”
“Do you really want to know?” I wasn’t going to hide it. Everyone would know in just a few minutes.
I’d taken off work early to be at the bar before Randall’s shift started. It had been completely worth the crazy hours I’d worked the last two days to make sure I could be there before he walked in. Somehow, the men must have known it was a night he would be there, because the place was packed, and I knew some of the men weren’t even supposed to be off work yet.
Everyone held their breath waiting for Randall, giving me curious glances as I sat at the bar playing with a Coke. I’d switch to something else as the night wore on, but I wanted everything sharp when Randall walked in.
It was time for my boy’s punishment.
We’d had a good time Sunday. I’d made him breakfast, and we’d just hung out until it was time for him to go back to the dorms. I hadn’t pushed things too far, and we’d had a nice morning together. The rest of the week, I hadn’t been so good.
I might have driven him a little bit crazy.
When he’d hinted that he was curious about his punishment, I’d told him all the ways I might do it. When he’d asked me how my day went, I’d told him all about how I’d fantasized about him that morning. It was more information that he’d been asking for, but he hadn’t told me to stop. I’d just listened to his heavy breathing and the low whimpers that had escaped as he’d gotten more and more turned on.
My boy was ready to explode.
Luckily for him, it was finally time.
“I want to know.” Andrew sighed dramatically and propped his head up on his hands, giving me a beseeching look. He was as curious as a cat, and had no patience when it came to watching Randall. Being able to drive Jake crazy might have had something to do with that, though.
“Are you sure?” I glanced over to see how far Jake was from us. Perfect. There was no way he would miss what I would say. “I know how you like my boy’s ass. Do you really want to know what I’m going to do to it?”
Andrew practically purred. “Oh, yes, fuck, you have to—” The words stopped, and a low moan escaped as Jake did something behind his back. I heard a smack, but it had to have been good, because it nearly took Andrew’s breath away.
Jake leaned in and whispered something quietly in his ear, and Andrew nearly melted into the bar. “Yes...please...”
They were giving everyone a show, but it was exactly what Andrew wanted because his eyes had lit up, and he was arching back, trying to get more of whatever Jake was doing. I wasn’t sure if Jake knew his boy was getting him all wound up on purpose or not, but Andrew loved it. He was going to love it even more when Randall finally arrived.
Jake was going to have his hands full later.
The low buzz of the men in the bar dropped down to a whisper, and I knew it had to be Randall. Glancing across the room, I saw him standing in the doorway. As he walked in, I could feel him practically vibrating with excitement and energy. He was dressed in the baggy jeans I’d gotten used to seeing and plain black T-shirt that made him look even smaller. And younger.
The men ate it up, but I could tell what they really wanted was him in his uniform. I had to agree with them. I was ready to see those tight pants, too. He looked around, searching the room, and I could see it on his face went he finally found me.
With wide eyes dripping with desire, and a cock that was hidden, but I knew would be hard as a rock, he walked over, nervous and slightly unsure. I leaned back against the wall where I’d been waiting and gave him a devilish grin and crooked my finger.
When he was standing between my legs, holding on to his backpack straps with a white-knuckled grip, I reached out and trailed one finger from his neck to his belt. Every man in the room was silent, and I knew they were desperately trying to hear what would happen.
“It’s been a long week, hasn’t it, Angel?” I started caressing the edge of his pants, and I knew it was making him crazy.
He nodded, and it took a moment before he could get the words out. “Yes, Master.”
The room was filled with excitement and curiosity. There was a hum of voices as the men who’d heard Randall’s words whispered to those who hadn’t. Nosy old men.
“You’ve been very good this week. But I still have to punish you because you were naughty, weren’t you?”
A needy whimper escaped as he nodded, but he couldn’t seem to make his brain work because no words came out.
“Are you ready for your punishment, Angel?” Another jerky nod had me cupping his face and pulling him close. “I’m going to enjoy teaching you a lesson, Boy. Does that excite you, knowing you’re going to turn me on?”
The most perfect little needy sounds escaped, but he nodded again. So turned on but so worried everything would come crashing down around him. “Does it excite you that they’re all going to see? They’re going to know you were naughty.”
Another breathy moan escaped, but it was a good few seconds before he slowly nodded. So fuckin’ sweet. “Good boy. Now, because you were honest with me, and because you were so good this week, I’m going to give you a reward later.”
I’d let him stew over the reward for a while, but it was time to start his punishment. I pointed to his backpack. “Does that have your uniform in it?”
“Yes.” It came out husky and shy, but it felt like he was starting to get his confidence back.
“Good. Then let’s go in back and you can change. I have something you need for your punishment, Angel.” A shiver raced through him, but he nodded and took a step away from me.
Standing, I grabbed the small bag I’d set on the counter and reached out to wrap my arm around him, guiding him toward the changing room. I let my hand rest possessively on his ass, kneading one cheek as we walked through the bar. Normally, the bar would have been too loud to hear the low gasp that caught in his chest, but we had every eye on us, and it was so quiet I could have heard a pin drop.
By the time we reached the employee bathroom, Randall’s breathing was heavy, and I could feel the tension radiating through him. The blown pupils and the way his tongue flicked out to lick his lips let me know it wasn’t fear that was racing through him.
As I turned the lock, I moved to press him against the door, trapping him between my body and the rough wood. He didn’t protest at my presence or push me away, he just looked up at me with that needy, shocked expression and waited.
“Every man out there is going to know who you belong to, Boy.”
Another shiver raced through him, and his hips thrust out to try to grind his cock against mine. His moan was louder that time, and he was so aroused I could feel his hard length even through the layers of loose clothing.
“Who do you belong to?”
There was no doubt on his face, and no hesitation in his voice. “You.”
“Sometimes you’ll call me your lover...sometimes you’ll call me your boyfriend...but not tonight.” The last bits of nervous energy faded at my words, and I could almost see the way his desire flared.
“Who am I tonight?” The answer was written on his face, and he didn’t even pause before the answer came whispering out.
“Master.”
“If something gets too much, you’re going to tell me ‘red.’ ‘No’ or ‘stop’ won’t work. Do you understand that?” Most people, no matter how little they knew about the lifestyle, would understand what I meant. Thankfully, Randall nodded.
“Safeword.”
“Yes.” I leaned in and gave him a kiss. “You’re going to be a good boy and take your punishment tonight, aren’t you? No matter how embarrassed or how turned on you get?”
I got another gaspy breath from him that I thought was a moan
he’d tried to hide. His nod was jerkier than it had been before, but he seemed to understand that I was going to push him even further than I had last time.
“Yes...Master.” That needy, low voice was hot as fuck.
“Good boy. Let’s get you ready, or you’re going to be late for work.” I’d already warned Jake that I was going to make his server crazy. He’d just shaken his head and mumbled that Andrew was going to drive him insane.
I stepped away, and with only the barest hesitation, Randall started stripping off his shirt. I moved to the corner and sat down on the chair, setting my bag on the floor. He didn’t question what was in it. He was either too nervous or too overwhelmed with the options, but either way, I wasn’t ready to tell him yet. I leaned back and made no attempt to hide my excitement at watching my boy get naked. He blushed and squirmed, but it was with desire, not fear.
His smooth, muscled body begged for my touch, but I held myself back. I’d have plenty of time to explore my boy later. There was another miniscule hesitation when he reached for the button on his jeans, but before I could even remind him of his safeword, the pants were falling to the floor.
Toeing off his shoes as he looked at me, he stepped out of the pants and just waited. “Very good, Angel. Come here.”
His body swayed with that natural grace that only got sexier the more turned on he became. His cock strained against the fabric of his tight briefs, and I knew he was so hard he had to feel trapped. I let my hands reach out to rest on his hips, and I felt a shiver run through him.
My needy boy.
Randall let out a little whimper as I eased his tight underwear over his straining erection. He was so hard, his cock stretched out in front of his body, begging for attention. It was going to have to wait, though. As his briefs fell to the floor, I reached into the small bag at my feet.
I don’t know what he was expecting, but the confusion on his face was so cute I almost smiled. It only took seconds for his brain to connect the dots, but it was worth the wait to see his eyes get big and his mouth drop open. And this was the easy part.
“We’re going to make sure you stay nice and hard. And it’s going to make sure you can’t come until I let you, Boy.” As I brought the cock ring up to his body, he watched in silence.
I’d chosen a leather one that was incredibly soft but would be completely obvious under his clothing. He didn’t want to hide his erection at work, and I didn’t want to hide my claim on his body. So it was a win for both of us.
Wrapping the strap around his erection, I carefully tightened it. Just from the look on his face, it was clear he’d never worn one. And the idea that I would be the first to show him had my own need soaring. I was still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that I was his first everything...but I couldn’t deny how incredible that made me feel. His trust in me was touching.
“You look beautiful like this, Angel. Every man out there is going to see your trapped cock and know you’ve given control over it to me. What do you think?” If he was going to call it off, it would be right at that moment. Once he went out and saw how the men would watch him and leer, he’d love it.
With just me and his imagination, I wasn’t sure how he would feel. He’d questioned his needs and desires for so long, I wasn’t sure if he was ready to take them to the next level. Just getting a job at the bar was a huge step for my dirty angel, but this would seem even bigger.
He took in a shaky breath and his head came up to look at me. “It’s...it’s okay...that I...and you...”
Tender and sweet would work, but I knew naughty and straight to the point would get through clearer. I reached out and grabbed his cock with a rough jerk that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head. If it hadn’t been for the cock ring, I think he would have come right then. “I’m going to love seeing every man watch you and having them know that you belong to me. I’m going to love seeing you wiggle that ass as you bend over, and watching you grind that cock against the table, knowing you can’t come until I let you. You’re going to be begging me to come by the end of the night, and you won’t care at all who’s watching you. I’m going to love every dirty minute of it.”
I eased up on the rough handling of his dick and started calming him back down with long, smooth strokes that were too gentle to get him off. “And then I’m going to take you home and hold you and make love to you, if that’s what you want. Because you’re my boy, and I’m going to give you everything that you need.”
Randall was panting and fighting to think as I slowly stopped playing with his cock until I was finally just holding it. Like it was a toy I wasn’t ready to release yet. “Do you understand, Angel? Dirty or innocent, or in your case, both...You’re still my angel.”
His nod was hesitant, but I could see the confidence building in him again as he worked things out in his head. I could almost see his brain whirling, but I knew he would be fine once he got out there and stopped thinking so much. “I understand...Master.”
“Good boy.” I gave his dick another long stroke as a reward. “Remember,” I ran my thumb over the sensitive head, “If you behave, I’ll have a reward waiting for you.”
He let out a needy, shaky moan and nodded. “I’ll...be...I’ll...good...”
It was going to be a long night for my dirty angel...and I was going to make it even longer.
“I’m so proud of you. I know you’re going to try hard for me. You want to please your master, don’t you?” Randall could see the words were leading him somewhere, but he wasn’t sure where, and he didn’t know what to think.
He gave me another hesitant nod. “I...you’ve already...and I want...” Randall took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes. “You make it impossible to think when you look at me like that.”
My wicked laugh didn’t seem to help his concentration any. “Hudson...you have to stop doing that so I can think.”
“Why would I want you to do that when you react so beautifully?” My possessive hold on his dick loosened, and I went back to teasing his erection. “All that need and desire...you’re the most incredible little thing to watch.”
“God, you say...Master...please...”
Since he asked so sweetly, I let his cock just rest in my hand, and he relaxed, trying to find his words. “I want to please you, Master. But it’s...the idea of going out there...it’s okay if it’s hot, right?”
“Yes, Angel. I want to see you so turned on out there that you can’t function, and I want you to remember that I chose this as your punishment because it was what I wanted to see. You can’t worry about what I’ll think if it’s my idea.” As long as I could keep that in the front of his mind until we went out to the bar, he’d be fine.
He nodded more decisively, eyes still closed in concentration, and I knew similar words had been rolling through his mind all afternoon, probably longer, knowing him. “You’re in charge.”
“That’s right. And all you have to do is obey what I say. Unless you use your safeword, everything is up to me.” For some people, that loss of control would make them crazy, but for Randall, it made him feel safe. I couldn’t be angry or disgusted if what we were doing was my idea, and he was under my control.
“Yes, Master.” God, those were the most beautiful words.
“We’re almost done. You’re going to have to apologize to Jake for being late, naughty boy.” A little shiver ran through him, and he bit down on his lip. Oh yes, the idea of having to grovel and tell Jake how sorry he was sent him into orbit. My dirty angel.
I reached into the bag and pulled out the last two items. “Now turn around and bend over. Show me that sexy ass of yours.”
His eyes popped open like I’d said there was a snake in the room. “What?”
I let the little toy rest in the palm of my hand. “I’ve got one more thing to add to your punishment, naughty boy.”
A drop of precum hit the floor as he stared, mouth open, just watching. He was shocked but aroused. He knew what it
was. I let the words come out low and full of heat. “Have you ever used a plug, Boy?”
He shook his head, but then stopped and nodded. Hmm. “Is that a yes or no?”
Randall’s mouth opened and closed several times before the words came out. “I haven’t used a plug, but I have...I have a...a toy at home.”
“Does it slide in your tight ass while you imagine getting fucked?” The rough words made his cock jerk in my hand, and he groaned.
“Yes.”
“Very good. Then this little thing won’t hurt a bit. You know it’s going to feel good sliding in, don’t you?” My own cock was just as hard as Randall’s, and the only thing that kept my brain working was the anticipation of what was to come.
I gave his cock a pat, which made him blush. “Turn around, then, and reach down to grab your ankles. I want to see that tight little hole.”
It was another too-close moment for my boy. Without the cock ring, he would have exploded. Something about the pat or slightly condescending tone did it for him. Eyes still closed, he slowly turned until his full, round ass was facing toward me.
“Good boy.” Another shiver raced through him as he bent over and spread his legs. He knew exactly what I wanted to see. It was like he’d imagined this scene a thousand times in his head.
Opening the lube, I tried to make sure he knew what I was doing. I didn’t want anything to scare him or make him too nervous. The unknown could be sexy, but in this case, his own imagination would help fuel the fire.
“Some plugs are designed to fit flush to your body so no one would know. I could take you out to dinner or to the movies, and we would be the only people who knew what was inside you, driving you crazy. This one is different.” When the toy was ready, I reached out and started teasing the pink skin around his tight pucker.
Not entering him yet...just making the need build.
“This one has a long base that is going to show every time you move. When you walk, they’re going to see the toy just enough to make them watch your ass. When you bend over, they’re going to see the base sticking out of your tight little body.” He moaned as I let one finger slide into his hole.
