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Chapter 1 - Lance bites off more than he can chew
The sun was setting, painting vivid hues of red, orange and gold on a canvas of cumulus clouds billowing up like towers of cotton candy. Anthony would get so excited at seeing such a beautiful sunset and would on many occasions drag Vince into the garden to watch. They would hug, feeling privileged to be viewing nature's spectacle together.
Anthony was such a beautiful boy, so full of life, so upbeat and positive about everything. Even when he reached his thirtieth birthday he still acted like a twelve year old, never wanting to grow up which is why Vince Tranter always called him his boy.
How he missed him, a cruel irony that someone so full of life can have it snatched away. Vince looked down at the small shrine placed at the bottom of the garden, it was Anthony's favourite spot, fitting that it was now his final resting place. The flowers that bloomed around flourished because of Anthony's ashes, his dying wish to be part of the garden he once loved.
He removed the last of the weeds that threatened this monument to his greatest love then made his way inside the house. In the lounge there was a photo of Anthony on the mantle above the fireplace. It was taken when he was just twenty-one, those big blue puppy dog eyes, his long swirling locks of blond hair, that infectious smile, he just never stopped smiling. Vince could only remember one day he didn't.
He remembered it vividly, etched in his mind it seemed like yesterday. Vince was home drying the dishes when Anthony returned home from the doctors. He'd made him go, concerned when he complained at not feeling too good. Always the optimist Anthony kept telling Vince not to worry, the tests would prove negative. As soon as Anthony entered the house Vince knew something was wrong, he would always come in bounding with joy and happiness to be home with his big ol' Vinny. However this time he quietly closed the door behind him, his eyes full of tears. Vince dropped a plate, shattering on the tiled floor, he knew immediately his boy was going to be leaving him.
That was five years ago and he would have been thirty-five that week. Vimce choked back a tear and placed the photo back on the mantlepiece. Cancer is such a cruel disease.
Vince's trance was suddenly broken by the phone.
"Hello?"
"Vinny, is it alright if we bring over a guest tonight?" It was Rob, his life long friend from school.
"I hope you're not trying to set me up again? You know what happened last time."
"No really I'm not, it's this new lad at work, I accidentally let it slip that we were having a poker game tonight and he's been badgering me to join ever since, I thought seeing as we're down a man then what the heck? To be honest I don't think he's your type, he's really cute but seems a bit of a wide boy." Rob explained.
Vince groaned, "Is he good for the stake?"
"Yeah, he's bringing 200 in cash."
"Ok but make sure you explain the rules."
"Great, see you in an hour."
Vince shook his head as he hung up the phone, Rob was a dear friend as was a rock when Anthony passed away but ever since he had introduced him to lots of boys hoping something may blossom. Vince wasn't ready just yet to let go of his Anthony.
He readied the dining room for the game of poker he'd been holding there for the last four years, he enjoyed the company, and god knows he needed it now as he'd been feeling much more lonely of late.
Walking into the kitchen he took a deep breath as he passed the cellar door. He rarely went down there anymore, especially for what he set it up for. When Anthony was alive they would spend hours down there, they certainly did have a lot of fun in those days.
On his way back into the lounge he looked in the ornate mirror that took pride of place over the fireplace, he was starting to look old, wrinkles were beginning to show around his eyes but even so he still look good at fifty-two and people often mistook him for younger. But the changes were there and he knew life was slipping by.
Sitting in his favourite armchair he switched on the TV and opened a beer while he waited for his guests. It was the usual Friday night rubbish, absolutely nothing worth watching so he switched to MTV. It was rapper's special, he scoffed at the ridiculous outfits, hoodies and baseball caps, dripping with what they call bling. The big `I am' attitude really annoyed Vince too.
If these wankers are roles models for the youth of today then society is on a slippery slope. What they need is some good honest army discipline. He thought.
He remembered his time in the army and some of the recruits he would get, wet behind the ears mommies boys, he soon had them beat into shape becoming very respectable fighting men.
Not that he needed it but he would often discipline Anthony, you see Anthony was his slave. He was willing of course and loved being dominated by Vince, letting him control everything in his life, both in and out of the bedroom. Vince too loved how Anthony would always be there for him, devoted, like faithful dog always glad to see his master.
To Vince being a slave in a relationship wasn't part time, you either embraced it wholly or not at all. This was another reason why he felt he wouldn't find anyone soon, most wannabe slaves he'd met so far weren't prepared to commit.
Although Vince was still single he hadn't given up sex, often frequenting gay bars or sauna's to get a quick fix. He'd bought back many young men but never followed up any potential relationship from it.
The door bell rang snapping him out of his trance, he was surprised it had been an hour already since Rob called. Opening the door he saw a handsome slim young man, aged around 29 with a shaven head and a good three days worth of growth on his chin. He was ruggedly handsome and had a well defined, chiseled body, the product of many hours down the gym. His tight hugging T-shirt defined his toned body nicely and the tell tale bulge in his Levi's hinted at something worth investigating.
"Hello Nathan," Vince greeted.
"Oh stop calling me that, I told you it's Nat."
Vince was not one for shortening peoples names, he preferred to use the name they were given at birth, to him it was just polite. Nathan was Rob's partner and they had been together for the last ten years although Vince could never fathom out what Nathan saw in Rob.
Nathan gave Vince a peck on the cheek and made his way inside, Rob was directly behind.
"Hi Rob,"
"Evening Vince, this is Lance," Rob replied and stepped to one side.
Vince had to do a double take, in front of him was a young man, probably around 20, dressed in a full tracksuit and trainers, wearing a baseball cap that was on backwards and had gold chains and rings almost covering him. It was like he'd stepped right out of MTV. He was however very handsome with platinum blond hair, a fair complexion and what looked like very soft fuzzy stubble on his chin. His eye's were deep blue and had a puppy dog look to them, his nose small and slightly upturned. His slim body was well hidden under the tracksuit which gave nothing away as to what treasures lay beneath. For a moment Vince thought he was looking at Anthony.
"Ow do maaate," Lance said breaking Vince from his spell.
"Er, hello Lance,"
The boy walked with a big `I am' swagger as he and Rob entered the house.
"Nice pad man," he said picking up the odd ornament as though inspecting them to meet with his approval.
Already Vince had taken a dislike to the boy, but Rob was right he was cute, very cute.
"So `owdya afford a gaf like dis den? Ya pedlin' or summut?"
"Pedlin'?" Vince looked at Rob as if to say What the fuck is he talking about?
"Yeah, ya know, drugs 'n' stuff," Lance added.
"Good god no! This is all paid for by good and honest hard work," Vince replied a bit incensed at the suggestion he was living off ill gotten gains.
"Ya must have a real mint job den."
I was a good job, and paid very well as a security consultant to the government but he was not about to get into a conversation about that.
"Anybody like a drink?" Nathan asked opening a bottle of wine.
"Yeah man, ya got any Stella?" Lance asked.
Vince looked at Nathan bewildered, "Lager," Nathan explained.
"No I don't, we've only got wine," Vince replied.
"Aw man, dat's a birds drink, init, but I'll have one if dat's all ya got."
Lance picked up the picture of Anthony, "Ooos dis den? He looks like a right poof." Nathan and Rob winced visibly.
Vince saw red but kept his temper under control and quickly relieved Lance of the picture. The boy's odour was strong, probably hadn't washed in days.
"How about we move into the dining room?" Vince suggested.
"I thought we were gonna play poker? But grub sounds god to me," Lance said.
"We are playing poker, in the dining room," Vince explained astounded by the boy's stupidity. Nathan rolled his eyes at Rob.
As they entered the dining room Vince pulled out a chair, "Lance why don't you sit here."
"Cheers mate," Lance thanked and sat down.
"I'm just going to fetch some refreshments from the kitchen, Rob would you give me a hand?" Vince asked giving Rob a look that said `no' is not an option.
In the Kitchen Vince closed the door, "Where on earth did you find him? He's a complete twat!" Vince whispered.
"I told you he works with me."
"What doing? Trainee wanker? Why would your company take on such a loser?"
"If you ask me he's probably shagging the boss," Nathan laughed, Rob gave him wry smile.
"Hang on, were you hoping to get in his pants?" Vince probed.
Nathan spoke before Rob had chance to answer, "He was until I met him, I soon said no."
"God damn Rob, you really take the biscuit sometimes, does he even know we're gay yet?" Vince asked.
"No, not yet," Rob replied.
Vince rolled his eyes, "Honestly Nathan I don't know what you see in Rob sometimes."
"Nor me, it certainly ain't his cock," Rob gave Nathan a hurtful look as Vince headed back in to the dining room. It was obvious to Vince that Nathan was the master in that relationship.
Nathan followed with some snacks, "Don't be such a baby," he said as he passed Rob seeing the start of a sulk coming on. He gave him a peck on the lips and made his way into the dining room.
Vince found Lance examining the playing cards, "Is there a problem?" he asked.
"Nah man, just chekkin ya haven't rigged em or anyfink," he replied.
Vince grabbed the cards but didn't give Lance the answer his comment deserved.
"So Lance, what is it you do at work?" Nathan asked.
"I is nearly de assistant manager like, it's well cool."
Rob nearly choked on his wine, "But you're only the cleaner and an assistant one at that." He said.
Vince and Nathan smiled, "Yeah but it's only a matter of time, I tell ya, I is gonna have dat place runnin' as smoove as silk init, lol."
Everyone looked at Lance, lol? Did he really use internet chat shorthand in a conversation?
"Er, shall we start?" Vince suggested now eager to get the night over so he can get this asshole out of his house.
"Yeah, I is so up for dis, I is gonna whup ya asses," Lance said whacking his two hundred pounds on the table.
Lance's inability to use proper english was really starting to get to Vince and if anybody's ass needed whupping it should be his.
They played the first few hands and Lance got lucky winning two of them, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! I'se tode ya I'd whup ya ass," he celebrated and gave everyone a loser sign by forming an L shape with his hand and putting it at his forehead.
"So Lance you got a girlfriend?" Rob asked obviously probing, Nathan glared at him.
"Nah man, I is too young to settle down, just gonna play de field, ya know, have some fun first," he replied.
"So how come you aren't out with your mates tonight picking up some totty?" Nathan asked.
"I is tekkin a break, I shagged summut silly last week, give me nob time to recover," he lied. "Besides I only just moved ere from London like an I still ain't made many friends yet."
Vince was amazed at how self centred this young man was, whenever the conversation moved to a subject involving Rob, Nathan or Vince, Lance always seemed to hijack it and get the topic back to himself.
It was also obvious to Vince that this boy was very much a novice at playing poker, despite his claims of being a professional poker player. He was extremely easy to read if he got a good hand or a bad one and it wasn't long before all three men are stripping him of his cash. Vince noticed that as Lance's money dwindled he seemed to get more nervous.
"Are you ok? You seem to be sweating a lot," Vince asked.
"Yeah, it is warm in here," he sat back and unzipped his tracksuit jacket down to his navel revealing he wasn't wearing anything underneath. Vince's cock stirred at seeing a very sexy slim chest, it was smooth and hairless, his ribs very slightly pronounced.
Nathan dealt next and Vince noticed Lance twitch in his chair, the boy had just got a very good hand. Vince replaced a few cards and was pleasantly surprised to find he was holding a full house, it could not be beaten. The betting started picking up pace between him and Lance.
"I'll raise ya twenty quid," Lance said. Now twenty pounds was the maximum bet that Vince set as one of the rules so he knew this boy thought he'd got a very good chance of winning.
"I'm out," Nathan said throwing his cards down.
"Too rich for me," Rob followed suit.
"Alright, I'll match you," Vince said leaving the next turn to Lance. He could see that the boy only had ten pounds left and knew he didn't have enough to continue.
Lance slammed his ten pounds into the kitty, "I'll see ya."
"You know you have to double the last stake in order to see me, ten pounds isn't enough," Vince pointed out.
Lance seemed to have a look of panic in his eyes, "Ere, I'll chop in me bling, it's worth loads."
As Lance placed his jewellery on the kitty Vince picked it up to examine it.
"This isn't worth anything, it's fake, we can't accept this," Vince pointed out.
"Fuck off man, dat cost me shit loads."
"Well I guess you were duped then."
"Aw c'mon man, let me play dis hand," Lance begged.
Vince's cock stiffened more at this cute lad begging him.
"I don't normally do IOU's but in this case I'll allow it, so if you lose the hand you will owe me thirty pounds," Vince explained.
"Aw, fanks man, I is gud for it."
"Ok show us your hand then," Vince prompted him.
Lance placed his cards on the table, four of a kind, Rob whistled and believing he'd won Lance went to grab the kitty. Vince quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him.
"Hold on young man," Vince said, "this hand isn't finished yet," and Vince placed his cards down. The smile on Lances face immediately vanished.
"Wow! A full house!" Nathan shouted.
Lance put his head in his hands.
"Are you ok?" Vince asked.
Suddenly Lance jumped up, grabbed a handful of money from the kitty and tried to make a break for the door. Vince was quick though and managed to grab the collar of his tracksuit jacket. Lance twisted and the top slipped over his arms and off taking his baseball cap with it. Now topless he bolted for the front door only to find it locked and with his hands still full of money he was unable to turn the key in time before Vince caught up with him.
Vince grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to the dining room.
"Arrrgh fuck! Lemme go ya bastard, ya hurting' me," Lance dropped the money trying to get Vince to release him.
As they re-entered the dining room Rob and Nathan were stood with mouth's open wide at what was happening. Vince opened a drawer and produced a pair of handcuffs, then slapped them on one of Lance's wrists the catch automatically locking.
"Wot ya doin'? Fuck off man!" Lance protested.
Lance tried to resist as Vince wrestled his other hand round to the handcuffs but he was too powerful.
"Lemme go ya bastard! You a fuckin' copper or summut?" Lance shouted.
Vince slammed him back into his chair, "We are all dying to know what the fuck that was all about?" Vince boomed.
Lance winced, even though he was a big man, he thought from the way Vince spoke so softly all night that he was a pussycat, now however he was cowering below a massive man that towered over him. Lance looked at the floor in shame.
"Well we're waiting?" Vince boomed sounding impatient.
His eyes were full of shame as he looked up at Vince giving him the most adorable puppy dog look he'd ever seen, Vince's cock stiffened even more.
"It's me mam's rent money, she'll kill me if she finds out I nicked it," he whimpered.
"What? You stole money from your mother?" Vince was shocked at such behaviour, Lance looked back at the floor.
Vince was getting so turned on by this boy's shame, the desire to have him was overpowering.
"I tell you what, I'll give you a chance to win it back," Vince suggested, Lance looked up with hope in his eyes. Vince sat down and so did Nathan and Rob, intrigued at what Vince had planned. "We'll play one more hand, just you and me. If you win, you get your money back, If I win..." Vince paused. "I own you for the whole weekend."
"Nice!" Nathan said smiling.
"Own me? What the fuck are you talkin' about man?" Lance asked looking confused.
"If you lose you will be my slave for the whole weekend, I will do what I want to you and you will serve me doing what ever I ask of you." Vince said in a low husky voice.
Lance shivered and looked at Rob and Nathan who were grinning profulsey. It had been a long time since they had seen Vince become dominant over someone and this was really exciting to see. They hadn't seen this since Anthony died and missed the sex games they would sometimes all share together, They were secretly hoping this may turn out to be one of those nights.
Suddenly the penny dropped as did Lance's face, "Yooz are all fucking homos?" he quickly saw an opportunity and a big grin crossed his face. "Wot about I lets yooz blow me for me money back?" He sat back and rubbed his crotch smiling at what he thought was a brilliant solution to his problem. If it worked out not only would he get his money back but he'd be getting his first ever blow job, admittedly from men but at least he'd get his money back.
Vince's laugh boomed around the room, the smile disappeared from Lance's face as he realised Vince didn't share his enthusiasm for that idea. "I'd be you'd love that, get your money back and a chance to blow your load? Sorry sunshine, it's be a slave for the weekend or nothing at all," Vince growled.
"Fuck no way man! I is no queer! Let me go or I'll call the police!" he shouted holding out his arms for the cuffs to be removed.
"Now how are you going to call the police with your hands cuffed together?"
Lance tried to get his phone from his pocket but only managed to drop it on the floor, Vince snatched it up and handed it to Rob.
"Hey! Give that back!" Lance shouted.
"What's it to be little man?" Vince pressed. "I tell you what, how about I sweeten the deal for you. If you lose you will get your two hundred pounds back but you still have to be my slave for the weekend. If you don't play the hand you go home with nothing."
"Wow, that's generous," Rob said. He opened Lance's phone and looked at it's features, finding what he was looking for and without Lance realising starts to video."
Lance sat there trying to fathom Vince, he couldn't go home empty handed, he really believed that when he took the money he would be able to win more, he always had with his mates back home but then they weren't regular poker players and he won more through luck than pure skill.
His mother wasn't the problem, she was a real pushover and always let him have his own way. If however she didn't make the rent this week they were likely to be evicted and although she'd probably disown him for a while she'd always have him back. No, the biggest problem was her new boyfriend Andy, Lanced hated him, he was big and violent and although he never hit his mother he had threatened Lance on several occasions. He knew that should he find out about this he'd be kicked out for certain and that scared him, he wouldn't be able to cope without his mother.
Lance thought about the hand, he could win, he wouldn't have to worry and everything would be fine, even if he lost he would still get his money back. He considered what could happen if he did lose, what would Vince ask of him? What would he do to him? Surely he wouldn't rape him? He looked at Vince's groin and was alarmed to see a very prominent bugle, immediately he looked back at the floor. Suddenly he realised that he now had a raging erection and confusion began to swim around in his head, he needed to know what this slavery would entail.
"Wot wud I have to do as a slave?" he asks.
"You only find that out once you start being my slave," Vince knew if he explained what he would do it would most probably put him off, he was too worked up to let him slip away. His desire to have the boy was overwhelming and he was showing amazing restraint not to just take him there and then. He also knew that this was a gamble and that should Lance win he would probably never see him again. "Lets just say I won't do anything that would cause permanent damage," he added.
Lance thought again, maybe it would be just cleaning and chores. Falling into self denial about his sexual confusion he blocked out any thought of rape.
Swallowing hard he said, "Alwite I'll do it."
"You'll do what?" Vince asked knowing full well that Rob was videoing the whole conversation and for that reason required Lance to say it fully.
"If I lose de hand I'll be your slave for de weekend," he confirmed.
"And you agree to do what ever I ask of you during that time?" Vince prodded further. Lance nodded, "Say it."
"I agree to do what ever you ask of me while I is a slave," he said looking at the floor.
Vince was even more hornier than ever now as he looked at the pathetic little boy agreeing to be his slave.
"Ok Nathan, deal please," Vince commanded.
Once dealt they both hit trying to improve their hands. Lance was looking at a nice pair of Queens and was feeling quite confident that he could win this.
"Ok on the count of three we show our hands," Vince explained.
"One... two... three."
Both put down their cards and Lance's face dropped, Vince was holding a pair of Aces.
Nathan punched the air, "I love comeuppance," he shouted excitedly.
Lance dropped his head and banged it on the table in frustration.
"Ok slave, from now on you will call me Sir and nothing else do you understand?" Vince asked.
Lance nodded his head with it still on the table but Vince quickly swipes him.
"Ow fuck!" Lance shouted sitting up quickly.
"Say it!"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir," Lance replied with a defiant tone in his voice.
"Good," Vince said. "You will not speak unless asked a question, if you wish to speak you will ask for permission, do you understand?"
Lance nodded again and got another swipe across the back of the head, "What did I say?" Vince boomed.
"Arrgh fuck! I will not speak unless asked a question," he replied.
"And?"
"I must ask for permission if I want to speak."
"Good boy, you're learning fast," Vince praised, "Now as a slave I will require you to be naked at all times so strip out of those clothes."
"What? No fucking way man!" Lance shouted realising that sex maybe part of this after all. "I is going, I'm not gonna be treated like dis by a load of fuckin' faggots." Standing he tried to leave but Vince was up and grabbed his handcuffs.
"I've had enough of your foul mouth and your disrespectfulness, it's time someone taught you a lesson!" Vince boomed dragging Lance by the cuffs through the house almost tripping him.
Nathan took a short intake of breath, "Oh my god, he's going to use the dungeon!"