Date: Tue, 31 Mar 2009 13:33:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Eddie <ryooki_chan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Silent Seduction

This story contains BDSM activity between consenting adult males. Don't
read it if this offends you or if it's illegal to do so in your area.

Silent Seduction by: Eddie

I'd been feeling distinctly uncomfortable for some time now, at least an
hour, but I had no way to get home. I looked down at my Jack & Coke, that
my last 8 bucks had purchased, and then over at my ride. He was "otherwise
engaged" and by that I mean he was fucking some man in a gimp mask who was
strapped to a leather sawhorse. I quickly looked away, desperate for
someplace safe to rest my eyes, but the only respite from the leather and
sin was the square of bar in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see someone sit on the stool next to me. I
don't really want to but I turn to say 'Hello'. Even as it's leaving my
mouth I realize my attempt at conversation will be futile- the man is
wearing a ball-gag. He nods a greeting at me and then attempts to seduce me
with his eyebrows. It had never crossed my mind that that was even
possible- but those were 'come hither' eyebrows alright.

"I'm not really in to this..." I wave my arm to encompass all the things
going on in the room. "stuff. The most leather I have in my wardrobe are my
shoes."

The man's eyes, they're the blue-green mix of tropical water, bore into me
and he slides off of his stool and onto his knees. He starts caressing my
shoe with his cheek. I had to give him props for being persistent but I
really just wasn't that interested. I mean, it's not like the guy wasn't
attractive. In fact he was very attractive- just my type even. He was
shirtless, his body lean and toned, and his caramel colored nipples had
delicate silver rings in them. His hair was a wavy dirty-blonde that fell
onto his cheeks and forehead in a charming boyish way- but I couldn't get
past all this leather stuff. It was just weird. I mean, he couldn't talk
and his hands were tied behind his back!

He rubs my shoe with his face again and then begs me with his eyes. "I
don't think my shoes really count, you know, they aren't the right kind of
leather like-" I point to his pants which are so black and shiny they could
be poured oil.

In answer he shoves his face in my crotch. I have never been so surprised,
embarrassed, and turned on in my entire life. I put my hands on his head to
push him away but I'm already growing hard. He inhales deeply through his
nose and rubs his face up and down in my crotch- caressing me through my
slacks. My intended motion shifts to me curling my fingers in his soft hair
and keeping his head in my crotch. His hot breath was seeping down through
the fabric of my chinos as he nuzzled my junk and it felt wonderful- but I
felt really weird about it.

I did push him away then and the look he gave me was like a kid who just
lost his balloon. It was a little sad and a little indignant. I sighed;
"Can I take off your ball gag?" He shakes his head no and then jerks it
behind him to indicate someone in the other part of the room. "Ah, you have
a master wandering around here somewhere." He gives me the affirmative by
nodding and then rubs his cheek on my knee.

"Why are you so fixated on me?" He just looks at me and I realize what a
silly question that is. "Your master sent you over, huh?" He nods. "Will
you be punished if you don't please me?" His eyebrows knit together and he
nods again- only slower. I took it to mean that, yes, he would be punished
and it would not be in a fun way. "Do you love your master?"

His eyes light up again and when he nods I feel a little better. I realize
that I'm going to have to let him please me. I would feel terribly guilty,
and spend a day or two worrying besides, if I caused him to get into
trouble. I agreed to come to this stupid bar with my friend so it was
partially my fault. "Alright- if I can't take your ball-gag out then how do
we do this?"

I could see the smile form around his eyes and I felt stupid. There was
really only one thing we could do. To confirm my suspicions my new found
friend stood, rather gracefully considering he couldn't use his arms, and
then turned and pressed his leather-clad ass against me. He grinds up and
down and I can't help but grab his hips and moan. Any second thoughts I was
having died then and there.

I slid my hands across the leather, cool even though the pants are so very
tight, to unbutton and unzip his pants. I'm not surprised to find he's not
wearing underwear. His cock, hard and wet, falls over my hand. I push his
pants down around his thighs and push his torso down so he's bent over the
next stool. I run my hand over his ass, it's smooth and utterly perfect,
before I give it a hard smack. He rocks on the stool and lets out a low
groan of pleasure.

"I'm not going to go slow." If I expected a protest I didn't get one. He
pushes his ass against me and moans around his gag. The look he throws back
over his shoulder is so sultry, and so full of impatience, that I shove two
fingers up inside him. A look of ecstasy crosses his face as I grind my
fingers into him before he simply hangs his head and takes deep labored
breaths through his nose. I use my other hand to free my aching erection.

"Alright, enough warm-up." I replace my fingers with my cock and it slides
right in to the hilt. I was obviously not his first of the evening but I
didn't care. It just made it easier for me to move right into a rhythm. One
hand has a solid grip on his hip and the other is fisted in his hair. I've
always been very vocal when I fuck and tonight is no different. I slam into
him over and over and the whole time I'm grunting and talking dirty to
him. "God, fuck yes! Your so fucking hot. I'm gonna fuck you good."

I don't notice, at first, that we have an audience. The other patrons of
the bar that aren't otherwise engaged, or have finished, turn to look at
us. I understand why- the quiet one in khakis who had sat by himself at the
bar all night was now wantonly, and vocally, fucking someone's slave. I was
beyond caring. The only thing I cared about was how great my cock felt in
his ass.

I was close now. I could feel my balls starting to pull up to my body. I
pulled out and ordered him to turn around and get on his knees. He barely
had time to comply, I only stroked my cock 6 times, before my spunk was
coating his face. I let out a deep grunt and shoot four sticky ropes across
his cheeks and into his hair. "Do you want to come?"

He nods, heartbreakingly beautiful with my seed all over him, and I
smile. I drop to my knees in front of him and take his thick cock in
hand. I grip him firmly and stroke fast. His chest is heaving against me
and I lick my cum off of his face. He starts to moan, small effeminate
noises that make my cock twitch, and then it doesn't take long at all. He
shoots his load onto the floor between us.

I help him up, pull his pants up, and sit him on a stool. "Thank you." I
kiss him on the forehead and look around at our small audience. Suddenly my
face feels very hot. "Uhh... I'm not really used to..." A few people laugh
and the crowd sort of just breaks back up into their own little groups or
turns to watch other couples who aren't done. I try to straighten myself up
best I can and sit back down.

I look back over at my sex partner. I'm a little surprised he hasn't gone
back to his master. "Can I know your name?" He nods. "I can take your ball
gag out?" He nods again so I do just that.

He licks his lips and takes a few deep breaths. "My name's Brian."

"I'm Eric. So who's your master?"

He laughs, it's a bright sound, "You are!" I just look at him. "I don't
have one. Your friend helped me set this up. I saw you come in together and
that you weren't having much fun... and that you're really hot. So, I went
and asked him the best way to seduce you."

I look over at my friend, unable to decide if I'm pissed or amused, and he
throws me a thumbs up. What a fucking idiot. "Well, I'd say I owe you
dinner then. How's tomorrow night?"

"Lovely. If you take me home and fuck me afterwards."

"I'd say that sounds just about perfect."