Date: Sun, 19 Dec 1999 18:29:28 EST
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: Training Greg

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.