Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 00:27:30 -0400
From: Bill McBride <billytk69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reclaiming Austin 16

Austin made it his mission in life to try and get the secret of what we were
doing for Halloween out of me. This entailed more tickling then I've ever
had and some very exciting and energetic sex. But let's face it; he was so
cute in his abject determination to get the info, how could I possibly
break?  Hell, I was wondering about the possibility of blindfolding him
after getting his costume on so he couldn't see who I was going as. Well, it
was just a thought. So far his best guesses were me being Pop-n-fresh, a
Keebler elf or Winnie the Pooh.

On a Tuesday early in October, I loaded Austin into the Jeep after work and
took off to the Parliament House in Orlando. After arriving, I escorted
Austin into the show bar.  Sitting at a table with a skinny young white kid
and a half-nude, exceptionally cute bartender, was a 6-foot-2
African-American Drag queen dressed in white sequins and a pearl-beaded
dress.

"Well, if it isn't Natasha McVie and her entire fan club!" I called out,
loudly announcing my presence. The boys looked confused, and the young one
started to get up and tell me the show wasn't for hours yet. But Natasha
recognized my voice and had been expecting me.
"Boys, go get a net, 'cause I do believe there's an evil smurf and his
pet..." Turning her head dramatically to see me and my gorgeous boyfriend,
Natasha stood up and walked up to him with all the predatory finesse and
determination of a hunting panther.

"And what do we have here?" she said, drawing her fingers across his chest.

"Natasha, this is my boyfriend Austin Camble. Austin, this is an old friend,
Miss Natasha McVie, or Frank Lamont."

"Call him whatever you want, Alex.  I'll call him 'lunch.'" She said
dragging a well manicured fingernail down his chest and looking him in the
eyes.

Natasha then shot me a skewed glance and snorted because I broke etiquette
by calling her Frank. She then gave her hand for Austin to kiss.

"Honey Child, this boy is cuter then a bowl full of puppies with a kitten on
top."

"Wait'll he smiles. He'll have you dressing in overalls waiting on him hand
and foot," I said and shot a grin at Austin, who was blushing up a storm of
red.

"Now, what's all this about a costume?" she said, holding his hand and
leading us into the back after virtually dismissing her circle of admirers.

"Yeah, Alex, why don't you tell her all about our costume?" Austin chided
with great amusement.

"Simple, hon. I need him to be a tiger, and you're the only person I'd trust
with this task.  Oh, and I need some bright yellow hair dye or gel if you
can get it," I said, evading the question.

"Sweetstuff, this is a gay nightclub. I can make you fluorescent, glittered,
sequined, and day glow if you need." Natasha said laughing.

Her "room" wasn't a big fancy dressing room as befitting such a glamorous
"woman." It was a small and grungy room overflowing with boxes and racks and
racks of dresses and costumes. The makeup table was overflowing with jars
and containers of face paint, powders and rouge.

"Well, honey, when you said you wanted to dress this hunkmuffin as a tiger,
I got a hold of a friend who does stage makeup and got this lion mask from
The Lion King. Shouldn't be hard at all to paint it up and make the king of
your bedroom into our Tyger Tyger burning bright."

"I can't thank you enough Natasha." I said, kissing her cheek as she sat
down.

"I know, but hell, I get to play with this naked sports star till it's done,
so we'll just call it even. Oh, and I betta get an invitation to any parties
y'all go to."

Austin blushed a little and got me to reassure him he wouldn't have to stand
around naked. Then we were shown about 20 styles of tiger print fabric,
including fake fur, which was gorgeous but outrageously expensive. Finally,
I choose a kid-friendly comic print tiger-stripe flannel. Austin stripped to
his underwear, and I shushed Natasha when she turned and raised an eyebrow
as she measured Austin's back. The scab was gone but the scars of a brutal
beating were still evident if you looked close enough. I put my fingers to
my lips in a demonstration of secrecy. I would tell her when Austin wasn't
around.

When we were done, Austin and I hugged her and then went out to dance. They
were doing a mix of all the early 90s dance hits, and we got wicked sweaty
and didn't leave the floor till almost midnight. Austin drove us home and
almost had to carry me up the stairs.

While the dancing had worn me out, Austin seemed to be wound up by it, and
after I got ready to go to bed a very obviously frisky Austin was standing
behind me pressing a hard-on into my back and trying to nuzzle my neck. On a
normal day this would have lasted about a half second before I pounced on
him, but I was soooo tired and I had to work the next day  Captain Frisky,
however, was both too worked up and too oblivious about my job to care. I
was spun around when he finished, and he scooped me up so my legs rode
around his waist and his hands cupped my ass as he shoved his tongue into my
ear and licked my brain. In the bedroom, I was pressed up against a wall by
the bed as Austin removed my underwear, then I wrapped my legs around his
waist again. Austin put on a condom without looking, without even stopping
his mad kissing. Then without any foreplay, I was lowered onto his cock and
fucked and bounced till I was afraid we'd fall over. It was fast, furious
and over in about 10 minutes. Austin, the Austin I'd first met, was back,
and I felt so happy to be in his arms, even if I was just a sex toy at that
moment. I was his sex toy, though, so it was all fine with me. We fell into
bed when he finished; his orgasm had been big and intense. He kissed me a
few times and fell asleep. I smiled to myself as I snuggled up to him and
fell asleep, at last, I thought with a grin, he's accepted me as a
girlfriend. I wonder if this was how Jane Goodall felt.

I had talked Marika and Robert into doing a Halloween show, although we were
going to call it a Monster Mash. I rolled my eyes a lot, but whatever, the
show was going on.

I finished my costume on my lunch breaks and found a great piece for a
performance costume to do our show in. On the Friday before our holiday
show, we stayed after our sets to design the lighting and go over
decorations and the flyers. The next day, Marika, Phil, Austin and I went
over to hear our new drummer. Tiago Cortez was an olive-skinned blond with
black eyes and an intriguing five o'clock shadow. Tiago had the shoulders
and arms of a drummer and that cocky self-confidence that most drummers
swaggered with. He must have; he was wearing a black cowboy hat knowing he
was going to meet a fag and a black girl. But he was both a great musician
and a charming speaker.

"So you guys don't look like most bands I've played with around here
before," he said with his slight Portuguese accent as he leaned back against
the wall behind him.

"Honey, we ain't like most bands around here. We have talent," Marika said
in her diva voice.

It's amazing how much better our sets sounded with a real drummer and not
the preprogrammed stuff Robert had been using.

We did a few songs with just guitars, and he seemed to fit right in. After
we'd agreed, Marika said she needed to get home and make dinner, and Robert
had his wife and kids to return to. When Tiago found out Austin and I were
going to go hit the Parliament House, he got excited and said he wanted to
go to. I wasn't sure if he knew what the Parliament House, so I asked.

"You do know I'm gay, right?"

"Please. Austin could hide it, you glow like a 7-11 sign." To which Austin
nudged me as he laughed.

"So you know what the Parliament House is then?" I said, ignoring my
12-year-old boyfriend.

"Baby, I live in Sanford. I'll bet I've been there more than you."


"So you're gay too?" I asked.

"Not really ..." is all he said as he packed his drums without looking up.

"So you're straight but open?" Austin asked, suddenly finding this
interesting.

"I used to think so, but not any more ..." Tiago said through an obvious
smile at our confusion.

"So you're bi?" I asked, running out of options.

Finally, Tiago turned around and fixed us with a seductive smile and these
self-confident eyes. "More bi than gay or straight, but I don't think there
is a title for it. I just like sex, man, boy, woman, girl. I don't care, and
I don't care what we do mostly. I've done vanilla and then the next day
fisted this queeny kid I picked up.  I don't have anybody lined up today or
tomorrow, and at gay clubs I have a 100 percent success rate."

Then he dropped his voice a little lower and walked up to us, "Unless you
two wanna save gas." I was shocked, and Austin actually stepped behind me
and held me as though I were his shield.

"You're gorgeous Tiago, but we're dating and not playing around.  Pretty
vanilla, huh?" I said with a smile.

"Hey, I'll do some kinky if you want," Austin said as he wrapped an arm
around me and pulled me against him.

"I figured you two were exclusive. I sure wouldn't share one of you," Tiago
said with a grin.

We talked to him adown and found out all about him and his reason for moving
to central Florida.

At P House, I led both boys back to the dressing rooms to find Natasha
waiting to get ready for the 10 p.m. show.

"Ohhhh, and look, you brought me one for me this time. How sweet!" she said,
eyeing Tiago.

Tiago lit up and took her hand and kissed it, "I am not worthy, Miss
Natasha." Of course, she ate that up.

So Natasha showed us the tiger costume and insisted that Austin try on, As
he was stripping, she waved Tiago and me away, saying it was going to be
about 20 minutes till he was done. She told me to go to the bar and get her
a Long Island iced tea and whatever we wanted and to tell them it was for
her. So Tiago and I went out and got the drinks from the nearly naked
bartender in the piano showroom. Tiago flirted with the naked bartender and
took off his shirt showing a very blond, hairy body. I was tempted to run my
fingers around in it and bury my face there, but I didn't.

After about 20 minutes, Tiago and I went back to find a full-grown carton
tiger getting face paint on and not looking very happy.

"Ohhhhhh, Alex. I know you have your hands full with this one. Lord, you'd
think he never wore make-up before," she teased. Finally, she had Austin
stand up and shake his ass/tail at us, then turn around. God almighty, was
he cute!

"Oh my god, it's purr-fect," I screamed in a none-too-masculine way.

"Oh no honey, it's grrrrrreat!" Natasha said, making fun of Tony the Tiger.

Being the brat he is, Austin came over and started purring, then rubbed his
face all over mine, ruining his make up and getting it all over me. After a
series of slaps and name-calling, Natasha handed me a towel and some cold
cream and scolded Austin for being a 'Bad kitty' Tiagojust laughed.

I told them I was going to go dance and whenever they were done they could
find me there. Tiagostayed to flirt with Natasha, so I went out alone,
wishing I'd called my friend Michael or Ryan and his boyfriend Michael.

I danced up a storm while waiting. Thirty minutes later, a very, very, very
animated Austin came up behind me and picked me up off the floor and spun me
around as he kissed my neck. When he finally sat me down, I looked up and
saw this odd look in his eyes.

"OK, what are you on?" I asked, noticing Tiagowas also very ... animated.

Austin began laughing and put his hands over his mouth like a little kid. I
rolled my eyes, and then it hit me -- all lovey, animated, touchy.

"Holy shit. You're rolling!" I said, as pleased with my detective skills as
I was annoyed.  Austin didn't deny it. He just glowed and picked me up and
brought me in for a kiss.

"Natasha said she has some for you too if you want any," Austin said before
sticking his tongue on my brain through my ear.

I passed and decided I was going to be the sober one driving home. But we
danced and did some major making out where all the boys could watch us.
Yeah, it was tacky and very junior high, but what did I care? I was with the
one guy who could make me do something like that in public.

A few minutes later, Natasha walked up. "OK, sugar. You got about 10
minutes, go on and get backstage." At which point Austin kissed me deeply
and said, "OK, OK, you gotta go watch the show, OK? Promise?" I was confused
until I recalled what day it was.

"Natasha, how could you do that to him?" I said as Austin excitedly ran off.

"Oh pooh, Alex. You ever seen the abs or ass on that boy? It'd be a sin not
to show everyone what they can't have 'cause it's yours. A sin!"

To which I had nothing really to say. So she took me up and got me a seat
right next to the stage.

Tiagodisappeared later with a very cute black guy who was all dressed up,
and Natasha stayed in the back with her entourage, before coming out to MC.
The show had three fairly good dancers, a very drunk and unattractive guy, a
guy who was probably really hot, 30 years earlier, a professional dancer
from a club in Miami (we found out later which disqualified him from amateur
strip) and then, last of all, my Austin.

He came out and began laughing until he saw me sitting there. Then the music
started, and he stared at me while he slithered out of his shirt. His feet
were bare already, so when he spun around a few times and began loosing his
pants, he didn't have that awkward time losing the shoes. The pants were off
in a few seconds and there was my baby, dancing around wildly from the X and
performing for me in a room full of very horny and loud gay men. He slid his
shorts down a few times, mimicking what he'd already seen. Toward the end of
the song, he dropped them completely nd was about to spin around when
Natasha came out with a big fan hurriedly covering him up.

"OK, sugar. We don't do nude her. Pull up the undies and grab your clothes,
love."

Natasha was laughing hysterically, watching the hyper-charged Austin
bouncing around the stage in his underwear. At one point she stepped over
and looked down at me.

"Baby, you shoulda damn well gone as Pooh and Tigger. That boy got way too
much bounce!"

Austin ended up winning $500 and was even more bouncy after that. And he was
all over me pulling my shirt off and grappling me like an octopus ... a
happy, horny, loving octopus.

An hour later, I took Austin to the Jeep and kissed him some more and drove
back while he tried to molest me the whole way.

In the apartment, Austin had me naked in about 30 seconds and was all over
me. I have no clue why, but there was something delicious about being naked
in front of him while he was fully dressed. Finally he let go and stepped
back a little.
"Tiagotold me about this one thing he's done with much bigger guys and I
wanna fucking try it," he announced in a low husky voice.

God, I couldn't imagine anything I would deny this personified sex. So
Austin dropped his pants and underwear and lifted me up and kissed me some
more and massaged my ass till I was hard as a rock. He'd been hard since the
dance floor.

Suddenly, Austin flipped me around and I was upside down hugging his legs so
I wouldn't fall, but he'd held me tight and suddenly I felt warm lips taking
my cock in.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. So I took his cock in my mouth, which
received grunts of approval. A little later, with my legs still over his
head, he laid me belly down on the counter and stuck his face in my ass and
had me moaning and leaking all over the place. Finally, he used his hand to
bring me to climax. 20 minutes after starting he hauled me over shoulder
like a sack of potatoes and swatted my bare ass. In the bedroom, he condomed
up and then did me with him standing up and my legs wrapped around his wais.
And we kissed like we might never get a chance to again.

"I love you so fucking much Alex," he kept saying between kisses. I never
got a chance to respond before he was in my mouth again.

He got off 45 minutes later because he was spending so much time kissing me
he'd just stop fucking me. After the first time, he laid me down while still
inside me and rolled me partially on my side with one leg in the air and
pressed forward till we were kissing with my leg pressed between us.

I was told the next day by both Mrs. Tremere and the neighbors below me that
we were exceptionally noisy.

Two weeks later, we drove to Seattle Scene early Friday afternoon with
Marika and Robert following. Tiago met us there and was talking to this very
tall couple and had hands on both their butts. I shook my head with a smile.
The windows had all been covered with black plastic, which kept the light
out. Tiago had his drums set up and there, were bats and shit everywhere. I
went to the back room, which had become our make shift dressing room. I
changed into a pair of pleated black pants and a black silk shirt over a
black undershirt. My hair was slicked back, I had a big silver dollar sign
-- "$" -- around my neck and a big fake ruby ring on a ring finger. Austin
insisted I wear a small devil tail so everyone would get the message.

Marika wore a gorgeous sequined dress I barrowed from Natasha. It was black
on the top and had red, yellow, orange and gold sequins making flames from
the bottom and a red scarf around her shoulders.

At 8 p.m., the lights went out and we got the knock to tell us the show was
beginning. We walked out in almost pitch black, guided only by the lights on
Robert's synths. Suddenly, Tiago started a simple jungle style drum beat and
it got louder and more intricate, then Robert started in on his synth,
adding a deeper drum base roll and some organ sounds. This went on for
several minutes before Phil began on his electric guitar. Suddenly a red
spotlight shown down on me with my back to the audience.

Please allow me to introduce myself,
I'm a man, of wealth and taste...

I turned around and gave a very blasé look across the room.

I've been around for a long long time,
Stole many a man's soul and faith.

At this point I had walked up to a straight couple's table and first made
eyes at her, then reached over and brought her boyfriend's face to mine by
grabbing his tie and kissing him before pushing him back in his seat.

I was around when Jesus Christ had a moment, of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilot
Washed his hands, and sealed his fate.

I dragged my fingers through this cute guy's hair and then hooked his chin
and made him follow me as I walked by.

Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guess my name

I took that same guy and kissed him hard on the lips before pushing him away
dismissively.

But what's confusing you,
Is the nature of my game

I ran my fingers through this lesbian's hair and kept walking.

Stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change

I was completely behind the audience, which made them all turn. I jumped on
the counter and used my feet to drag a waiter close, before pushing him away
with my feet.

Killed the Czars and his ministers,
Anastasia, screamed in Vain

I jumped down and found this real big guy at a table with both guys and
girls.

I rode a tank

I stood behind him and made it look like he was my steed and I was whipping
him.

Held a generals rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

I mimed gagging at the smell as I passed this couple dressed casually.

Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guess my name

I pulled Austin in and frenched him for a moment.

But what's confusing you,
Is the nature of my game

I ended the kiss and moved behind him and ran my hands down his shirt from
his neck, obviously stopping at his nipples.

I watched with glee while your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made

At this point, a brilliant light hit Marika and shown off her dress as she
sung backup for me and danced. I kissed my dollar sign and grabbed a tip off
a table and put it in my pocket.

I shouted out, who killed the Kennedy's
When after all, it was you and me.

I spun around and sat in a man's lap and gave him my most seductive stare.

Let me please introduce myself,
I'm a man of wealth, and taste.

I sung still on his lap making him laugh uncomfortably before brining him in
for a kiss.

And I lay traps for the troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay.

I got up and did a little Mick Jagger move with my arms and body.

Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guess my name

I took a woman's hand and brought her out of her seat to face me from her
extended arm.

But what's confusing you,
Is the nature of my game
{Instrumental}

I dismissed the woman and danced around, kissing guys, staring down straight
boys, dancing and strutting as the drums, guitar and keyboards blasted.

Pleased to meet you,
Hope you guess my name
But what's confusing you,
Is the nature of my game

With more vehemence, I grabbed a young guy and brought his face close to
mine and just sniffed his neck before letting him go.

Just as every cop is a criminal

I quickly grabbed the boy before he could sit down and pretended to handcuff
him.

And all the sinner's saints.

I spun around with a cherubic smile on my face and let my head fall against
my shoulder sweetly,

The Texas tails call me Lucifer
Cause I'm in need of some, restraint.

I slammed both hands together and held them over my head as if they were in
ropes.

So if you meet me, have some courtesy
Have some Sympathy, and some Taste...

I brought my hands down and bowed elegantly before reaching my hand out to
take a woman's hand in mine like a gentleman.

Oh yeah

I then brought that boy I had pretended to handcuff over and put their hands
together...

Gunna get down baby...

I reached behind myself and grabbed both his ass cheeks.

And Marika and the band slowly finished the song as I danced around until
our lights were off. The audience went insane, clapping, whistling and
cheering.

Next, Marika did the opening song to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. You
know, the one that goes, "Michael Raniey was ill the day the Earth stood
still, but he told us, of his plans ..."

I did Werewolf in London, and she did an incredible version of Paint it
Black. Then I did an acoustic version of Welcome to my nightmare.

When we called for a short break, Austin was on me in a second and picked me
up and carried me to the back the room.

"You were sooo fucking hot with that song!" he said excitedly. Then he
kissed me hard for a few moments.

"Guess they're right about power being a fucking aphrodisiac. I totally want
to fucking jump you now."

"You may want to go beat off in the bathroom then baby, cause we got two
more sets tonight ... we could skip the P House later if you want."

"Naaaaah. I'll wait till we get home and see if I can make you wake everyone
in the whole fucking complex up this time," he said, grinning as he reached
a hand down the back of my pants and cupped my ass.

I tightend my ass cheeks over his hand and blew a kiss at him.

"Go get me an iced latte, OK honey?" I asked him with a grin.

Our next set was a quick rundown of songs from Rocky Horror and, of course,
our regulars all knew this and brought their squirt guns, newspapers, toast,
toilet paper and playing cards

I loved the opening song to the Rocky Horror. Marika did a great Magenta,
and the crowd went crazy when I spontaneously grabbed Austin out of the
audience and removed his shirt while doing Sweet Transvestite.

As we'd warned the people that we were going to repeat our first set for the
last show, we did an even more lurid version of Sympathy for the Devil with
poor Austin being molested and manhandled by me and kissed with open mouth
and tongues.

As we closed down the set and were preparing to go, I finally had a chance
to go in the backroom and change. I didn't know that Austin had slipped in
right behind me. He pressed me against the wall with my hands over my head
as he kissed my neck and shoved his tongue in my ear. Before I got to leave,
he dropped to his knees and pulled off my pants and for the first time all
on his own, gave me head. I was a butterfly's eyelash away from doing him
right there on there on the floor. But I held out, well, most of me did. His
mouth definitely brought me to a conclusion. The power and erotic bliss of
having this God on his knees before me ...

We rode to the P House and arrived with about half of the Seattle scene
costumers. As we strutted in under the narcotic effect a good show can have,
Tiago went off to find Natasha, Austin was draped over me, both Robert and
Marika left and our crowd dispersed into the army of the night that will
always be Saturday night at P House.

Michael was supposed to be there, so my shirtless boyfriend and I walked
around outside to see if we could find him. At one point, we were walking up
the back staircase, just to do a once over of balcony bingo. It was always
fun to see what was going on, even if I never actually ever went into a
room.

At the top of the stairs, a small group of college-age guys all dressed in
spandex with mascara and blush obviously trawled on was puffing themselves
up with the self-appointed role of verbally judging those whom they would
and wouldn't sleep with as each person passed. As we got to the top the
leader, a bleached-blond skinny bitch proclaimed loudly, "Oh no, not that
little blond, but I'll take that big hunk next to him," referring to me and
Austin. Although I knew what these clique bitches were and shouldn't have
let it get to me, I did. My high was suddenly broken, and as I slumped,
Austin spun around before I could stop him or even knew that he'd heard it.

"What was that, you fucking  little pussy?!?" Austin demanded, getting right
up in his face. The tall bitch went almost white with fear, and his
"friends" began trying to skulk away.

"Listen here you fucking cunt, you're an ugly-assed guy and even uglier
girl. You can forget drag because they have way too much fucking class to
stand around shooting their stupid fucking mouths off just to make other
people feel bad because their own sad lives suck so fucking bad!" (Ok, so
obviously he hadn't actually watched that many drag shows or drag queens
yet)

Austin was raging at the kid. I wanted to be upset, but now all I could do
was cheer in my head that my boyfriend was defending me.

"Listen, you fucking sperm waste. There's no way you'll ever get me or
anyone like me because you're a fucking sad, pathetic wuss, and I'd rather
beat off then let something as fucking sorry as you even look at my dick!"
Austin was red-faced and just screaming at the guy.

"Bleaching your crappy hair, putting on all that make-up, designer shirts
... None of it will cover up the fact that you're a fucking pussy with
nothing to offer anybody. You're the fucking reason guys like me, and most
of the guys here were scared to come out, we're all terrified we'll turn
into you. You're the face of everything straight people hate about gay men
and women; that all of us are whiny, fucking, spineless pussies who act like
bitchy, self-centered teenaged girls. You have no right judging any of us,
'cause there ain't one person here would ever get drunk enough to take
something like you home."

Austin was raging by this point, and I saw a security guard approaching and
was about to grab Austin when this big bear walked up and said something to
the guard and pointed up to the dispersing group of fashion critics. The
guard stopped and cocked his hip and watched along with everyone out there
as my boyfriend read the self-appointed bitch his version of the Bible.

"Now get the fuck out of this bar, or I swear to God that no one in the
place will be fast or strong enough to keep me from beating you where you
fucking stand."

The kid, who was now white-faced and terrified, ran down the stairs,
followed closely by the remnants of his friends. As soon as Austin was done,
the place began cheering and clapping for him. Apparently he'd been the one
who actually said what everyone else was thinking. My hero had become the
hero to the masses.

For the rest of the night, drinks kept coming our way from every angle as
everyone who'd seen the little outrage or heard about it bought us drink
after drink. By the time, we came across Michael I could barely stand
without Austin's help and we were both hysterically laughing.

"Alex, I heard you just beat up a group of sissies." Michael said after
taking a swig of beer.

"Nhope, id waz Aussin, now bhee nhas or ah'll ghet Aussin to ghet you tdo,"
I lamely threatened before cracking up.

"Thazz rhat, bhe nace or'll havta ... gawd yur bhig!" Austin said as he
stood next to Michael, looking up.

"So, you little drunks. How the hell you plan on getting home tonight?"
Michael asked with obvious amusement. Reason and logic and sensibility
having long left either of our thinking, both exclaimed, "Ah cin drahv!"

Michael sat his beer down and looked me in the eyes seriously and said, "No,
you can't! Give me your car keys. Now!"

I fumbled in my pants for the keys and finally handed them to him, "Iss a
jip, not a car."

I remember about 20 minutes more before my brain turned off for the night.
I'm told that I decorated a large path of sidewalk and several flower beds
with my dinner and everything I'd drunk as Michael steered the two of us
back to his car. Michael carried me into his apartment and set up the
standard drunk care kit: a trash can to puke in, a glass of water and paper
towels. He laid me on my side on his couch while Austin slept in an easy
chair across from me and Michael went to bed with a shake of his head at his
two pathetic palls.

The next day was an exceedingly sunny version of hell. Even Austin who never
got hangovers, was feeling it. Michael delighted in tormenting us even
though he did take care of us.

Finally, when it was almost 6, Austin said he was fine to drive us home as I
had to get ready for the show later. Michael drove us to our car at the P
House and left us. I had to get cleaned up and dressed and back down to the
Seattle Scene for my Saturday show.  On the way home, I had my eyes closed
and was trying to will the roads to be clear of bumps.

"Austin?"  I asked.

"Yeah ..."

"Next time you defend my honor, let's leave afterward. OK?"

"Word!"
That week, Austin surprised me at work all excited and grinning ear to ear,
carrying a helmet, and a plain leather jacket.

"Come on, Alex. I wanna take you to lunch," he said excitedly.

"OK, so how'd you get here?" I puzzled.

"I rode, silly!" he teased back.

So taking a further look from his widely grinning face, to his jacket, to
his helmet, I suddenly got it. I walked to the front door and saw a big
green motorcycle sitting there. I turned and looked at him with confusion on
my face.

"Ummm, what? How?"

"It's a Kawasaki," he said proudly, as if that explained everything.

So he gave me the helmet and went and got his off his seat, and we rode to a
Cuban restaurant downtown. He explained over fried plantains and this
shredded beef dish how he got Dennis to drive him to a used-car lot and used
his money to get a motorcycle. He figured it would be until he could save
enough for a car.

"Then I went and got some work clothes for work tomorrow," he added with a
smirk.

"What?" I choked on a plantain. He got his award-winning smile, and his eyes
were so warm and sparkling.

"One of my old friend's fathers works at a jewelry store. He gave me a job
selling rings and diamonds to women and desperate dudes," Austin said smugly
with a boyish grin. "And I got lunch, but after you get off work and clean
up, I wanna take you to dinner."

Austin said proudly then I could hear his "but" coming.

"And?" I asked...

"I, uhhh, need to borrow the money cause after lunch, I'm broke."

"You're borrowing money from me to take me out?" I asked with an overly
incredulous roll of my eyes.

"I'll pay you back," he teased.

"Yeah, right. I'll never see that money again."

"I'll work it off then," he said after dropping his voice to a sexy growl. I
shivered as the implication hit me.

"Yeah?" I asked softly.

"Oh yeah. I'll fuck you long and hard for each dollar you lend me." He was
gunna make me blow a load here at the restaurant without even touching me.

"I-I-I charge interest," I said a little less defiantly.

"Noted," he said confidently, staring in my eyes and making me feel small
and weak. I think both of us had found the place and position we wanted to
be in.

When I got back to work, I had to tell Marika and James all about Austin's
new job, and of course his paying me in sex.

"What is it with you and prostitutes?" James asked sweetly with a bit too
much cheek.

"Honey, it ain't called whoring if you live with the guy. It's called a
marriage!" Marika said, laughing.

That night, we dressed up smartly and Austin drove my jeep (because the
"guy" has to drive, Austin informed me). God I wanted him! Anyway, we went
to Orlando, and he took me to a great Indian restaurant that Ryan had told
him about when they talked earlier.

As we ate and chatted, Austin kept staring at my eyes till I began to blush
under the scrutiny.

"Is there something on my face?" I finally asked, getting my napkin.

"Not yet," Austin answered in his deep sex voice. I began to blush and
looked down at the table then up into his brilliant face. Silently he
mouthed, "I'm gunna fuck you 30 ways till Sunday" before smiling warmly at
my obvious excitement. After dinner, he drove to The Cheesecake Factory in
Winter Park for dessert.

"Oh, guess who tracked me down?" Austin asked happily.

"That bitchy queen from the other night?" I responded lightly.

"Nooooo, not her."

"Ohhh! That ugly orange shirt you used to wear that I made you toss out?"

"Close, but noooooooo," Austin laughed.

"Ummmmm, your high school sweetheart?"

"Yeah, but which one?" Austin playfully said, holding my eyes with his.

"The girl! I don't know. They all look alike to me!"

We both laughed, then Austin said, "No, Brian. My best friend from the
frat."

"The white guy who thinks he's a Rastafarian?" I asked.

Austin laughed and nodded yes.

"He'll fucking love that you said that. Anyway, he found a box of my stuff
in his closet, and the leather jacket you gave me was in his closet behind
his."

"Ohhh, that's great baby!"

"Is it OK if he stays overnight? Maybe goes to the party with us?" Austin
asked like a little kid asking to spend the night at his friend's house.

"Austin, it's your apartment, too. But thanks for asking. Sure, we'll make
him right at home."

"Alex, until I can help pay for stuff, it's your apartment. I know how you
feel, but right is right.  Hell, we haven't even discussed our situation
yet, Am I living with you or just visiting?" Austin asked simply as he gazed
at me lovingly.

"We've never talked about this before, but I guess we should soon. I mean,
about us and the living arrangements and our relationship and all."

And then we went home, and Austin took me on the dining room table and again
later in bed.

"Mmmmmm. In four or five more years, you'll have that interest paid off," I
teased as I rested comfortably in his arms.

"I'll just keep borrowing if you offer deals like that," he said before
kissing my neck

The next morning, I got up and Austin made us breakfast while I made the
coffee, then we ate and later showered together. No sex that time, but we
looked at other with that, "soon, I promise" look. We got dressed, and I
left a few minutes early to drive him to work before going to mine.  I'd
told him I'd drive him to work and he could use the Motorcycle on weekends
and when our scheduals didn't fit, but I was so nervous about him on that.

I talked with Marika, and she agreed to do the shows that weekend without me
rather than not having a show that weekend. That way, I was open for all the
parties that weekend.

Friday began with a great day at work, James was given his own window and
Marika, Ian and I all got 25-cent raises.

That afternoon, I picked Austin up from work, and we went home and ate
dinner before getting ready for Brian's arrival. We were going to the P
House Halloween party before hooking up with Michael, Ryan, his Michael and
Brandon.

After showering together, Austin grabbed both towels and ran into the living
room with them saying, "You can't have a towel until you tell me who you're
going out as tonight!"

Of course, I followed bare assed and tried to intimidate him, but he just
laughed at my attempts then threw the towels at my face. As I caught them,
he grabbed me and began to tickle me with sadistic abandon. As he bent me
this way and that, never ceasing his evil torment, the doorbell rang.

"Brian!" we said together with looks of panic on our faces. I told him to
answer the door while I ran in and got dressed. Austin wrapped a towel
around his waist and went to the door, and I fled to the bedroom and pulled
some shorts and a shirt on.

"Hey, Alex!" Brian yelled from the other room.

"How's it going, Brian?" I hollered back.

"Cool man. Sorry for interrupting your scrumping!" he called back.  I was
soooo embarrassed. I was about lie to him and deny it, but Austin was
laughing so hard I just shook my head.

"Don't worry about it. Your frat brother just can't keep his hands to
himself. Let me know if he gets too frisky for you!"

"Hey!"Austin protested, though I knew he was grinning at Brian.

I came out a few minutes later and Brian was standing by the door talking to
Austin, who was more animated then usual. Brian smiled and walked up and
gave me a big one-armed, straight-boy hug.

"Good to see you again, dude. Thanks for letting me stay."

"Not a problem, dude. You're always welcome here." I said with a smile.
"Besides, look at the puppy grin you put on his face. How could I deny him
his best friend?"

Brian grinned and gave Austin a playful punch. "Hear that, asshole. I'm your
best friend, so you better be nice to me."

Austin grabbed his arm like it hurt him and said with a pout, "You hit me
again, and I'll get my boyfriend to beat your ass."

"Hey!" I protested. "When the hell did you get a boyfriend? I didn't know
you had no boyfriend!"

"Keep that up, and neither of us'll have one," he said with a scowl.

Brian was laughing and scuffed Austin's head and waved for him to follow
while he went down and got his stuff.

They came up with a suitcase and a large box, which Brian made Austin carry.

"Hey, it's his stuff!" Brian shrugged when I looked at them. I had set out
some of Austin's rolls and was making tea. Mrs. Tremere was slowly turning
the two of us into cultured Eurofags.

Austin couldn't be bothered with tea and food as he was excitedly digging
through his stuff.

"I pulled a bunch of his stuff aside when he called me from that dude's
place and told me was coming over to get it. I could hear that guy telling
him what to say," Brian said to me quietly as Austin excitedly went through
the box.

"So I took the stuff I knew was special and hid it in a box in my closet and
figured if he was doing OK, I'd say I forget it and give it to him later. So
what the hell was that guy's deal anyway?" he asked quietly.

"Hey, you two. Stop with the whispering!" Ausitn yelled while holding up a
diploma.

"Later," I said, winking at him.

Austin came in grinning like a kid on Christmas,

"Look, all my pictures of you from the Internet!" Austin had made a ream of
8x11 photos of me that he'd apparently read like a comic book as they were
now dog-eared and old-looking even though they weren't quite a year old. I
took them and went through them slowly, remembering each one I had sent him,
including childhood pictures.

I wanted to make a joke and berate him for wasting his paper and ink on me,
but when I looked up in his eyes, all I could do was smile and hand them
back to him.

"I have all of your photos too, baby." he grinned when I touched his fingers
as I handed them back.

"And look, the necklace you gave me, and the Oakleys. Phoebe made me get rid
of them, so I stored them at Brian's," Austin said, holding out the pendant
and sunglasses I'd given him for his birthday.

"Oh yeah, I got your jacket in my stuff," Brian said, jumping up and running
out.

Austin put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed, "Only thing I'm not getting
back is all the time she kept us apart."

I put my hand over his and held it as Brian came in carrying the jacket.
Austin pulled his hand off me quickly, and Brian rolled his eyes.

"Look, Austin. I don't care if you're gay or bi or whatever." Brian said
loudly. Austin blushed and put his hand back on my shoulder.

"Does that mean we can ..." Austin began to ask in his smart-assed voice.

"No!" Brian and I snapped at the same time. We both laughed as Austin said,
"Yeah, well. Fuck both of y'all. I wasn't talking about either of you
assholes, anyway."

So we went out to eat later and met up with Tiago, who was going to ride
down with us to Parliament House. We went home and loaded all our stuff in
the Jeep for the ride down. We were going to dress in our costumes at
Michael's before heading out to meet up with Ryan, his Michael, and Brandon.

"So no girls, huh?" Brian asked on the way down.

"Naaahh, they'll be lots of 'em tonight," Austin said.

"I'd make sure I checked their naughty bits just to make sure!" Tiago said.

"Why? You wouldn't care either way!" I said, laughing.

"True, but I'd wanna know what I was doing later," he said with a poke to
the back of my seat.

"Well, from what Austin says, I'd be safer hitting on a boy in a dress then
a girl in overalls," Brian said, poking Austin's seat.

"Depends on which boy and what you plan on doing later on." I teased. Then
Tiago added, "He's right. Stay away from the leather crowed or anyone
dressed like the Village People!"

We laughed before Austin volunteered, "Of course, it's a gay bar on
Halloween. That cuts down your choices by like 90 percent."

"Maybe I need to accept that I'm going home alone for a change," he sighed.

"Safe bet" Austin said, laughing.

So we all piled out and brought our costumes up in bags, satchels and, in
Austin's case, a small suitcase to protect the mask.

"Well, I don't recognize those two, so who'd you bring for me?" Michael
asked from his doorway as he gazed at Brian and Tiago."

"That depends how you act tonight. If you're very good, you get Brian, and
if you're a naughty boy, Tiagois going to spank and punish you." I said,
walking past him.

"So how do I get both?" he called after me.

"Actually, Michael, Brian isn't gay." Austin said as he slid past Michael.

"Well technically, neither are you, big boy!" Michael said.

"Technically, neither am I," Tiago answered.

"Hey, you're the only fag here." Austin said to me.

"Uhhh humm," Michael cleared his throat, letting everyone know which side of
the fence he stood on.

"Poor Brian. Three who munch rug versus four who suck rod," Michael said.

"How do you know I don't suck rod too?" Brian asked Michael mischievously.

Michael looked at me and shrugged, "You're right, I don't." Then Michael
grabbed his arm and yanked him laughing into his bedroom. A moment later,
Brian screamed and pleaded loudly. Austin rolled his eyes, Tiago got all
excited, and I laughed.

"Whatever you do Brian, don't call him a fag. It just turns him on," I
called out.

"Shut up, Smurf. Brian can't respond, he's got his mouth full," Michael
called back as Brian laughed.

"All right Michael, let me know if he swallows. Oh, and no fucking him. He's
my best friend, and that's my job!" Austin called out.

"Dream on!" Brian said as he opened the door, and we rolled around laughing
hysterically at ourselves.

"Yeah, Alex would probably kill you," Austin said matter-of-factly.

"Love, if I catch you fucking him, you will be the first casualty, and
you'll be searching for weeks trying to find out where your balls went after
I kicked them so hard they flew out your mouth." And then I smiled sweetly
and tweaked his nose and said with a kiss in the air near his face,
"Loverboy."

"Daaaamn!" Brian laughed. "You finally found a girlfr... I mean Boyfriend
who could keep you in your place!" Then he turned to me and said, "Good job,
Alex!"

"Brian, don't encourage Mighty Mouse, we have a strict rule about not
feeding the animals," Michael said, handing beers to Tiago and Austin.

"He's right, Brian. But if you wanna feed the yeti, he eats anything old and
grizzled, and I mean anything," I said, pulling Austin into Michael's room
to begin changing him and helping with his costume.


"No more fucking on my bed!" Michael called out. I panicked suddenly,
remembering that the only time it happened was with Jason. I stopped and
hoped Austin didn't see.

"Well?" Austin said from behind me.

"Well, what?"

"Well, who the hell fucked you on Michael's bed? I know it wasn't him,"
Austin said only half-jokingly, but with a serious edge.

"Oh, lots of guys. I was a total tramp a few years ago," I said trying to
laugh it off.

"You're lying. It was Jason, wasn't it?" Austin asked calmly.  I took a long
deep breath and let it out slowly before asking,

"Why do you think it was him? I've known Michael a lot longer then either of
you."

"Because you'd have told me if it was Jake, and you wouldn't have cared if
it was some trick. It couldn't have been Colin, because you didn't know
Michael back then. Now you're worried how I'll react."

He was right, even though he was calm. I was still worried. With all that
had happened, there were still things we'd never discussed. Part of the
problem with two guys dating, I suppose; neither one wants to rock the boat.

"Yeah, one night we got drunk and did it here. It was tacky, and ..." I was
about to say I was sorry when Austin put his fingertip to my lips.

"Shhh. We weren't together then Alex. I mean, honestly, a big part of me
wishes you'd have just waited and been there when I came back. I mean, as
far I was concerned, you were mine, and we should have been together. I also
know it was stupid for me to expect that after what I told you. I want to
feel grateful to him for taking care of you, I really do. I know how much it
had to hurt when I called you, but I can't yet, and I admit it, I'm still
jealous. But I do feel bad for him, too. I wouldn't wanna lose you the way
he did."

I hugged him tightly around his chest and laid my head on his pecs, "Thank
you, Austin. You've always been number one. Always. And you won't lose me
unless you chase me away.  But I still feel awful for what I did to Jason.
He deserved so much more."

Austin kissed my forehead tenderly and brushed my hair aside from my eyes as
I'd been letting it grow longer for that night.

Softly he said, "So you gonna help me put this crap on?" while holding up
the make-up and mask.

Twenty minutes later he was totally done and then he looked at me and said,
"Soooo who are you gonna be?" I smirked at him and began pushing him out of
the room.

"Can't tell you yet. You'll see when everyone else does," he cursed me and
tickled me a bit but I pointed out he was just making it longer till he
found out.

My costume was pretty simple, a red and white horizontal-striped shirt, blue
shorts, a slingshot in my back pocket and my longer hair all spiked up with
fluorescent yellow styling gel and hair spray. That -- and an evil smirk --
and I was set.

I stepped out and Austin, who was in his tiger outfit, just gave me a dumb
stare. So did Tiago, who was in a Zorro costume; very sexy, I might add.
Michael was wearing a black paramilitary uniform; very hot in a naughty sort
of way. It was even hotter when he slipped his Ray-Bans on and his eyes
disappeared. Brian's costume made me laugh. He wore yellow and orange surfer
shorts and a Ron Jon's Surf Shop T-shirt with little rubber sharks stuck all
over him. Their mouths were on him as in a bite, and little mouth-sized
pieces of the costume were cut or torn out. It was funny as hell.

"So what the fuck are you? Dennis the Menace?" Austin blurted out.

Brian began laughing, and as I got up next to Austin in his tiger outfit,
Michael began laughing so hard he dropped to the floor. Tiago was the last,
but you could see his face when he got it. Finally, I stood next to Austin
and brought us to a mirror to show him.

So there in the mirror, we had a very tall, cute cartoon tiger next to a
little boy with spiked yellow hair and a mischievous grin. All of a sudden,
Austin smiled in recognition.

"Hi, Calvin."

"Hey, Hobbes."

"I guess it's official now, you two," Brian said after swigging his beer.

"What's that?" Austin asked as he hugged me.

"Dude! Theme costumes? You two are so totally a couple now," he said with a
laugh.

"I coulda told you that and saved you a trip," Michael said. "You wanna see
the video I made of them a few weeks ago when they got trashed and started
making out on the floor?"

Austin and I spun around quickly. "What?" we asked in unison. Brian laughed
and said, "Thanks, but no thanks."

"No way. You're full of shit. I wasn't that drunk," Austin said after he had
settled down and was mostly convinced that he was right.

"Nah, but you both made good faces when I said that," Michael said, picking
up his handcuffs, his keys, his nightstick and his fake pepper spray (breath
saver).

"OK, troops. Lock and load. We're hitting enemy territory!" Michael said in
his deepest voice as he went to the door. We all laughed and followed. I had
never seen Michael so sexy before.

When we arrived at a very busy Parliament House, the parking lots were
overflowing and the crowd was all amped up a few more notches then normal.

"Holy shit!" Brian said "This is a gay club? It's massive!"

"It's their secret base, Bri. Michael's a general, and I'm a spy. Pretty
soon we're taking over. Sorry dude. By tomorrow you'll even be gayer then
Alex!" Austin said in a very serious voice.

"Hey!" I protested as Austin pulled me in for a kiss.

"I'm still not gonna let you fuck me no matter how gay you make me!" Brian
said unemotionally.

Just then Tiago said in a soft purr, "Relax, Brian. Austin isn't going to
fuck your hot tight ass. I am!" He whispered into Brian's ear and goosed
him.

In his best redneck voice Brian said "Gollllly. I ain't never been with no
Spanish chick before!"

Tiago turned to me and said, "Just for that, no lube."

"No lube, Brian, sorry. She's not Spanish, she's Port-u-geeeze," I said
holding the vowels extra long.

"Ahhh, that's OK," Brian said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'll get drunk
enough I won't care."

"You are all freaks, total freaks!" Michael said as he paid the cover
charge.

We didn't even bother going inside the club at first. We chose to go get a
drink at one of the outdoor tiki bars and show Brian the size of the club.
It was fun because sights that I wouldn't have looked at twice were cracking
him up: dudes kissing, drag queens, nearly naked leather queens. After about
20 minutes, we ran into Brandon, Ryan's roommate, who was dressed in a
doctor's coat with a stethoscope around his neck.

.
"Hey, Brandon!" I yelled out.

"Heeeey, Alex," he shouted back with a big grin as he came over.

"Where's the rest of the group?" I asked him after a quick hug.

"Hey Austin," Brandon said after he saw the Tiger. "Ryan and Michael are
inside dancing. You can't miss 'em."

I introduced Brandon to Brian, Tiago, and my Michael, whom he seemed rather
fond of. Let's face it, a 6-foot-6 guy dressed in paramilitary garb is going
to attract a fair amount of attention, and so far Michael was getting more
than a few stares.

So our little army grew as we got drinks and toured. As we stood in line
waiting to go inside the packed club, a group of cowboys went by, all young
and bronzed with big red scarves around their necks. Suddenly I heard my
name being shouted and turned to the cowboys to see a very excited one
running up to me.

"Alex!" an amped up Asian cowboy was shouting.

"James!" I shouted back, hugging him in surprise.

"I was wondering if I was gonna see you here," James yelled over the noise.

"You did? I-I didn't even know you were gay," I yelled back

"Uh, yeah. I kept dropping hints, but you were always so wrapped up talking
about you and Austin. I just didn't know how to say it to you. Marika
knows," he said a little lower as we had sidetracked into the closed
restaurant with my army in tow.

Michael and Tiago went to find Ryan and his Michael - why do so many gay
guys insist on calling themselves Michael instead of Mike or mickey or
BOB??? -- while Austin, Brian, Brandon and I talked with James for a few
minutes. I barely noticed three guys dressed with black and white headbands
with floppy ears, black and white jock straps with tails and black and white
boots all wearing dog collars. Then a large hand covered my eyes and a voice
far above me said, "Guess who mutha fucka!" I knew it was Natasha, but if
she were opening up the gate ...

"Hmmm. Tall, dark skin, hairy as fuck forearms, fruity breath," I said. "It
has to be King Kong's gay step brother Queen Kon."

"Wrong, ass weasel!"

"Oh, hell. I know who it is, but how the hell does RuPaul know my name?"

"You're going by 'ass weasel' now?" Austin asked with a smirk.

"It's Halloween. For all I know, you could have done something drastic and
gone as a man!" I said smartly while giving Austin the finger.

"Austin baby, you have my full permission to use your teeth from now on. I'd
have you start now, but I want y'all in the costume parade later along with
your two pirate friends inside," Natasha said, letting go of me and stepping
around.

She was dressed as the leader of the boys in black and white spots. She was
wearing an enormous black and white fur with a cigarette dangling from a
long filter. Cruella De Vil.

I introduced Natasha to James, and Brandon and she hugged Austin and told
him how good he'd done the costume, then she stopped at the grinning Brian,
who was a tad overwhelmed.

"Oh my, I smell meat, and ..." she sniffed around his face. "it's fresh!"
Her predatory nature took over, and she slowly circled his nervous body,
sniffing the air dramatically and making the rest of us laugh.

"Austin, help!" Brian yelped good-naturedly as Natasha ran a finger down his
chest.

"Honey, Austin belongs to me. Alex belongs to me. Alllllllll these boys here
belong to me. Now look me in the eyes and say, 'I love pussy!' and mean it."
That made all of us break out laughing. Finally, Brian composed himself and
fixed his eyes on Natasha and after cracking up a few times managed to say
he loved pussy. Natasha didn't say a word for a minute, then let go of his
shoulders and turned to Austin. "Now I don't know who he is, but I know it's
all because of you. Alex knows better then to bring a straight boy here
without sleeping with him first ... honestly," she said, rolling her eyes
dramatically.  "I suppose it's going to be up to me to break this one in...
AGAIN!" Natasha said putting her arm around his neck.

"Cruella, I invited him because he's Austin's best friend and he was here
all weekend," I volunteered.

"I see. Well then, Austin. I reduce your sentence to getting me a Long
Island iced tea with extra tea. Tell them I sent you and get whatever all of
y'all are drinking. You," she pointed at me. "owe me..."

Before I could ask what, she put a finger to my lips to silence me. "I want
all of you to be my guests tomorrow night, at a party." Then she turned to
Brian and said, "You too, since you're with them, Moondoggy." She fingered
one of the sharks on his chest. "I'll get you the costumes."

"Costumes?" Brian asked.

"Oh yes, honey. Half my dogs are going to be at other parties tomorrow
night. I need a few more damnations! Oh, and bring that sexy Brazilian with
you, too," she said before leaving.

"Well, we don't have much money Bri, but we're well connected in this little
subculture." I said.

"I hafta wear a jockstrap with a bunch of gays all around me?" he finally
asked.

"Well, no one says you have to keep it on if you don't want it," Austin
teased.

A few minutes later, we all met the other half of our group on the dance
floor. We had gone from street gang to army, and with James' group hanging
out with us, we were huge.

Ryan and his Michael laughed hysterically when they saw the Calvin and
Hobbes costume, and Brian was a hit with the shark attack. Brandon was right
about Ryan and his Michael. You couldn't miss them. Ryan was dressed in
Johnny Depp's costume from "Pirates of the Caribbean" - the movie, not the
ride, Ryan teased - and Michael was dressed in Orlando Bloom's costume. Both
had a little upper chest showing. Definitely hot.

Because of the size of the group, cohesion was lax and people floated in and
out of our area as they wanted. After an hour or so of dancing and fighting
the crowds, we decided to take Brian to the back bar and then over to the
Full Moon Saloon. Me, both Michaels, Ryan, Brandon, Tiago, Austin, Brian, a
Dalmatian that my Michael was friends with, and two drunk cowboys that were
with James went out for a stroll, along with 50,000 other guys in costumes.
It was easy to tell who had ins with the theme parks. Like Ryan and his
Michael, a few of the Aladdins, Snow Whites and Men in Black were too good.
Ryan joked with his Michael about dressing up next year as Buzz Lightyear
and evil Emperor Zurg.

We got drinks at the back bar, and Austin tried to snuggle with me without
messing up his makeup. My Michael was getting very frisky with his nearly
naked dog pal, who was 6-foot-2 with blond hair and not one visible sign of
hair on his gym-toned body, and Brandon kept using his Fischer Price
stethoscope on  bare chests. After we finished our drinks, we went over to
the Full Moon Salon, a gay country and western bar next door to P House. It
was a lot smaller and catered mostly to the bear, cowboy and leather
communities. I saw no sign on the door saying small, passively effeminate,
smart-mouthed brats were barred, so we went in. The inside was tiny, but it
had a big enclosed area out back with a deck and dance floor, so went there.

Because it was Halloween, the bear and leather communities dressed in full
regalia, which meant a lot of leather, a few jock straps, a few chaps and a
lot of almost naked slaves and subs being lead around on chains.

"We are sooo doing that next year, baby!" Austin whispered in my ear in a
soft growl as a master and an almost naked slave walked past us.

"People will think it's funny with me holding you on a leash, but you will
be cute in a leather jock and a dog collar." I said nonchalantly as I sipped
my drink.

"Wrong, buddyboy!" he growled in my ear before gently nipping it. "And I'm
gonna go talk to that young master dude over there to get some pointers."

Although his assertion was delicious, and his little power game was
exciting, I wasn't sure I wanted him getting pulled into the leather crowd.
Not that I didn't trust him, or them. I was just very apprehensive about the
whole thing. That thought was quickly pushed aside though as I heard
yelling.

"Who the fuck are you looking at?" this big daddy type was yelling at
someone on the other side of Ryan. My Michael suddenly turned, and I saw
him, Ryan and Ryan's Michael put themselves between the daddy and Brian. I
was there in a flash; being small means I can move through crowds easily.
"He was staring at my boys. Why the hell was he staring at them?" the daddy
growled. My Michael, as cool as ever, just paused and said, "He's new, he
made a mistake and I'll push him for it. He belongs to me. Now let us buy
all you a drink to apologize."
And it was over. Brian came over scared to death with eyes like headlights.
"What was that about?" he asked, still a little shaken up.
"You were staring ... too long and too hard. Basically, you were challenging
him," I said as I sipped my SoCo. "Or he might like the way you look in a
Speedo, and he was seeing what your reaction was, if you were looking for a
daddy or if you were owned. Guess what? You're Michael's bitch now."
"I just never saw men all naked like that walking around in public," he
said, still bewildered.
"OK, both of you," I said to Austin and Brian. "No staring too long, no
touching or talking to the naked boys without permission from their master
... and ...well, no nothing unless you ask me or Michael or Michael or Ryan,
OK?" Brian nodded that he was cool, and Austin scowled at me.
"Alex, you watch Bri. I'm gonna go talk to Michael," Austin said. My Michael
was talking with a few leather types. "Oh Christ," I thought to myself with
an eye roll.
"Yeah, Floppy's got something up his sleeves," Brian said, echoing my
thoughts.

"Excuse me? 'Floppy'?" I asked, suddenly brought back to the here and now.
"His nickname in the frat." Brian started laughing, "Ohhh god. He's gonna
kill me. I don't think he wanted you to know that!" Brian was almost crying
he was laughing so hard.
I smirked with my evilest grin and blew a kiss to "Floppy," who waved at me
as he talked to Ryan, both Michaels, that younger leather type and two other
guys.
"Ok, So how did 'Floppy' get that name?" I asked.
"Freshman year, we all did this social thing with a sorority, and we had
three guys dressed as rabbits since it was Easter and we had a bunch of poor
kids over. Anyway, one of Austin's ears was broken, and this girl started
calling him Floppy ... and it stuck," Brian said, laughing.
"Ohhhh, it sure will!" I said, eager to use the nickname when Austin least
expected it.
I began holding off on drinking as Austin was having way too much fun, and
there was no way we were all fitting in Ryan's car.

A little while later, I felt Austin's familiar hand on my ass as he and his
little group came over to see me.

"Alex, this is Jentz. Spelled with a J," my Michael said. His name sounded
like "Yentz." Jentz was a 30something, dark-haired leather guy, dressed in
biker gear and jeans.  I got the impression this guy was seriously into this
scene, his costume didn't strike me as a costume.

"Hi," I shook his hand, and he just looked me over coldly.
"Michael's right, this guy would be a pain to train. Too independent. I'd be
willing to train him for you if you want," the guy said to Austin as I
looked up at him and started to open my mouth to correct his mistake. But
Austin, in his cool, self-assured way, put his hand on my shoulder and
pushed me back gently as he stepped between us.
"Appreciate it, but I don't share, not my mate anyways. He belongs to me.
Besides, I don't think anyone could handle him unless he wanted them to," he
said humorously.  The guy glared at me a moment. He wanted me, and I think
Austin knew it.
"He can squeal and complain all he wants, doesn't mean he's gonna get his
way with me!" Jentz said coldly while stepping around Austin and up to me.
"Austin, are you ready to leave?" I said, being quite through with the
implication that I was some spoiled twink.
"You didn't ask me if it was all right to leave!" the guy said as he firmly
put a hand on my shoulder.
"Dude, we're leaving!" Austin said in a deep voice, trying to remain polite
but with a definite edge. Suddenly, this heavy-set bald guy covered in hair
and wearing a leather vest and some studded bands stepped up between Jentz
and me.
He looked at Jentz and barked, "Time for you to leave, ass wipe. You were
told to stop your shit. Now get the hell out of here before I get every
other bear in here to kick your coward ass back to Miami!"
Jentz let go and stepped away as if he was going to say something smart to
this guy. The bear just stepped up closer and forced Jentz to retreat.
"I said leave, and I meant it. I already sent John to get Doug, so you'd
best get out now before your ass is banned."
Jentz stepped back and gave me one final cold stare as Austin came up beside
me and wrapped a big protective arm around me and glared at Jentz.
After Jentz had turned to leave and walked towards the door, the bald bear,
who must have been in his late 30s, turned to face us with a smile and stuck
out his hand.
"Hi, name's Gus. Sorry about that creep. He comes in here and tries to find
little guys he can bully and work over," Gus looked at me and smiled.
"Guy's got good taste, but he ruins kids for the rest of us." It was a
compliment, but I was a little put off at being called a kid. Austin
introduced us, and we all shook hands.
"Nice to meet you, Alex and Austin. I understand the tiger costume," he said
to Austin, then turned to me, "but I can't get your costume down."
Austin stood right next to me and said, "I'm Hobbes."  Then the guy started
to laugh a real deep belly laugh that might have been a roar.
"Awww, that's great! But what brings you two over here?" he asked before
taking a swig on his longneck.
"Alex was showing me and my straight friend around. I've only been out a
little while," Austin said, finally remembering he had a beer and swigging
it.
"So what, you came to gawk at the weirdos in leather?" Gus asked, chuckling.
"No," we said in unison. Then Austin said, "I was talking to that guy trying
to get some pointers on the whole leather thing. He said he'd help."
"Yeah, he'd have helped you into letting him having Alex, then he would have
gotten really rough on him. That guy likes to go real hard on new guys. He
likes them small so he can feel big with them. The schmuck makes all of us
sick. He's not what we're all about," Gus said.

Then Austin grinned and shoved me lightly, "Hey, you wanna go now?  I want
to see him fucking try something with you."

"Nooo, the guy's brutal. We're working on getting him barred from all the
clubs and keeping him from scoring. Trust me, you can learn anything you
want to here, but don't go with that coward," Gus warned.
Austin laughed and said, "Nooo, you don't understand, he wouldn't do shit to
Alex. Alex would fucking kick his fucking ass all the way to the fucking
hospital." Gus looked at me quizzically, and I shrugged and said, "I'm a lot
tougher then I look. Unless he drugged me, I'd break every bone I could get
a hand on." I hit Austin's chest with my head.
"He's my Rottweiler!" Austin gloated.
"Sooo, you're the top?" Gus asked with a confused look on his face.
Austin laughed as he shoved me playfully, "Yeeeaaaah right!"
"Austin's the top. I'm just ... I took a lot of martial arts growing up," I
shrugged before adding, "and Austin's new to the whole gay scene, and has it
in his head he wants to be daddy bad ass after seeing all the slaves and
leather guys walking around."
"Well Jentz may be a total schmuck, but he was right about you being a
pistol!" Gus laughed, hitting me gently in the arm. Austin snorted and said,
"You ain't got no fucking idea!"
"Seems to me no one's asked you what you want, Calvin?" Gus asked as Brian
and my Michael came over.
"Me?" I asked, wishing I hadn't sounded so stupid.
"No, the other elf with Big Bird-colored hair!" Michael said from behind me.
"Michael, Brian, this is Gus, Gus, the yeti is Michael and the cute one is
Brian." Gus laughed while Michael took off his sunglasses to glare at me.
"So?" Austin asked from behind me as he wrapped his arms tightly around me.
I loved this feeling.
"So? I don't know! I might like some of it, but if you try any of that nasty
stuff, I'll stuff you in a sandwich bag and mail you to your mama's house."
Gus laughed as I leaned my head back against Austin's chest.
"So why don't you go over to Bernie's and look around. Tell him Gus sent ya
over." Then Gus explained that he was talking about the leather store
located in the building between the Full Moon and the Parliament House
Brian, Austin and I walked over to the store, which was still open and had a
few customers - most of them gawking at the porno tapes.  I rolled my eyes
as soon as I saw the pornos. Austin had found my old stash and watched them
over and over. I knew we'd be leaving with one. But when the bored guy in
the leather vest and harness looked up from his paper, he gave Austin and
then Brian a once over then caught my eye and smiled.
"Can I help you guys?" he asked.
Austin stepped forward with his deadly grin and stuck out his hand. God, he
was soooo Southern!
"Howdy. Ummm, Gus just sent us over to talk with you," Austin said with a
little apprehension. The guy, whom I guessed was Bernie, just smiled and
shook Austin's hand.

"So what can I do for you guys?" he asked, a little less formal and a lot
more interested.
"Well, I was thinking of ummmmm ..." Austin blushed and wrapped a big finger
in the hair on the back of my neck and gently pulled me to him.
"We were talking to Gus about experimenting," Austin said with a childlike
grin and a blush. I joined him and turned to watch Brian gawking at the
mannequin in the sling and wearing a body harness and a leather jockstrap.
"So what exactly are you interested in?" Bernie asked us.
"I'm just interested in some light bondage, maybe. Apparently, he wants to
go all Conan the slave lord on me." I said, rolling my eyes.
"The first thing I want to look at are gags!" Austin said, staring right at
me with a smirk.
"What about you, gorgeous?" Bernie called to Brian, who jumped like he'd
been caught rifling through a bank till.
"Nooo. Nothing for me. I'm OK, just here with those two," he stammered.
Austin and I laughed at him, and Brian blushed and laughed at himself, too.
"Chill, dude. Just go back to staring at the naked mannequin," Austin said
over his shoulder.
"All right, little guy likes bondage. And what do you want?" the guy asked,
looking into Austin's electric blue eyes.
"I don't know," he turned to the mannequin and crossed his arms. "That's
kinda hot ... I love the straps on his chest."
Bernie walked over to a rack and said, "We carry a whole line of harnesses,
cuffs, collars and restraints. We can even make special orders."
Austin headed over and started to browse. Bernie came over to me and said,
"Since neither of you seem very sure of what you want, can I recommend a few
magazines that cover these things?"
I nodded and he put three magazines on the counter.
"Pick out a good movie, too!" Austin barked to me.
I looked up at Bernie, who grinned. We weren't even wearing any leather and
he was already barking orders. God, what was I getting into?
Bernie made a few recommendations and showed me a few Falcon videos he said
were good. I had seen one of them before and shivered as I remembered some
of what went on.
"Austin, no matter what you see on these tapes, you will not stick anything
in me without my consent. Got it?" I asked.
"I haven't even looked at any dildos yet!" he called back. Poor Brian just
pretended he didn't hear any of it.

"That's not what I was talking about!" I said, thinking of the fisting and
water enemas.
"Don't worry. I don't think he's got any plans on that stuff," Bernie said
with a smile as he took the two hardcore tapes away. "He looks like a poser
mostly, probably just some role playing and rough talk."
"Alex, come over and look at this" the giant cartoon tiger ordered. I went
over and brushed up against the fake fur and looked at a harness with a lot
of spikes and rings on it.
"So how are you paying for all this?" I asked him while I ran my fingers
over the harness.
Austin leaned over close to my ear and said, "Stop playing tough, Alex.
You've had a hard-on since we left the bar. You want this as much as I do,
so pick out your harness. I'll go get a cap and look at some other stuff."
He licked my ear gently and made me quiver happily; damn him, I had no
responses when he played these games.
"OK, I like this one," I said quickly, holding up a set that would cover a
lot of me.
"Hmmm. On second thought, you go pick out my cap and I'll pick your
harness," Austin said with a sexy growl.
In the end, I paid with my credit card because I didn't have enough cash for
the harness, the cap, the magazines, the extra lube and condoms, the movie,
the wrist restraints, the black leather jock for Austin and the mesh one for
me. Brian actually picked up some funny condoms and warming lube and bought
a few naked man cards to mail out as jokes to frat brothers as well. Bernie
gave us a holiday discount (which I'm sure he made up) of 15 percent.
We thanked Bernie and left. Austin was ready to leave to go home and play,
but I said we were only going to stash the stuff then go back and join the
others. It was almost time for the costume parade.
An hour later, my Michael was in heavy flirt mode with both Brandon, James
and one of the Dalmatian puppies; Ryan and Michael were in a pool
competition with two lesbians dressed as Valkyries; Brian, Tiago, and two
girls dressed as vampires were in some drinking game and talking about what
kind of women they liked; Austin and I were dancing; and the hordes were
buzzing like happy hornets.
Suddenly, half-naked black-and-white eared men were going around collecting
people for the costume parade. We assembled back stage area and watched as
the show bar filled up and Natasha De Vil walked out on stage with 30
leashes, all going to different body builders and muscle hunks in Dalmatian
get ups.
"I do so looooove Halloween!" she announced to the audience. "It's the one
time of year I can dress normally, and all your freaks get to wear costumes
for me!" she said with a small spin in her black-and-white furs.
"Tonight, my minions," she yanked on the reins and several fell over as they
crawled around on the floor and mimed humping each other and other
puppy-like behavior. "have picked out some of y'all to participate in our
costume parade. The winner of each category gets 50 dollars, and second and
third get some drinks or breath spray or something .We got a scary category,
a funny category, a most imaginative, a theme category and my favorite, the
least material used category. But remember, we don't do nude here, so
y'all's naughty bits betta damn well be covered!"

We were all paraded across the stage while cheesy Halloween songs set to
dance beats played. Although we got a good response, we didn't win for the
funny category. When we walked across for the most imaginative, Natasha
stopped us.
"Now come on y'all, I helped make this damn tiger costume!" which got a loud
response.  "And you know Calvin here from his singing at the Seattle Scene,
and my tiger here is a baseball player at a major school with a reptile as a
mascot!"
The audience got very loud and our cheers rose audibly.
"Oh, and this one may be a tiger, but watch out, cause this little one's the
one that bites and scratches!" I turned to bite her nipple but got a mouth
full of fake fur. I made a big scene of pulling hair out of my mouth and
spitting as we left the stage.
In the end, we won second place, but it was only because Natasha encouraged
the audience to cheer for us. Ryan and his Michael finished second in best
theme with their authentic Pirates of the Caribbean costumes. And Brian
actually won most imaginative costume for his shark bites, and because
Natasha said what a good straight boy he was coming out to a gay bar on
Halloween. Then she patted his ass and made sure everyone saw her slipping
him a phone number and miming "Call me!" to him.  He probably won because as
he was leaving he turned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.  Brian was
as big a tease as any boy I'd ever met.
Twenty minutes later, we were cleaning up in Natasha's dressing room so we
could try our "puppy" outfits on. I made Austin leave while I helped Brian
with his. It was partially out of spite and just because I could, and also
because Austin didn't have anything to change into with him so he had to get
his leather stuff. I swear it was his idea!
Anyway, we got a chance to frolic with the other puppies and Austin kept
trying to hump him. Another beer or two, and it might have gone from an R
rating to a XXX.  Brian made an adorable puppy, and two gay boys were very
busy trying to sniff his ass. Natasha got the leashes and came over and
collared Brian.
"I understand from my sources that the three of you have had quite an
education tonight," she said looking down at me. "So do I collar you or ..."
"No ma'am. I think I'm supposed to do that." Austin said, taking the dog
collar from her. "I think we forgot to get a collar, baby guess we'll be
back tomorrow ... unless you want one from Walgreen's." There was something
amazingly erotic about lifting my neck for this god and being claimed. Part
of me wanted to protest on grounds of political correctness, but another
part of me was relishing every moment. And I was well aware that I had a
hard-on pressing against my black-and-white jock.
"Natasha, I don't know if Bernie or Gus are still around. Is there some kind
of official ceremony you hafta go through when you collar someone?" Austin
asked earnestly.  I smiled and let them discuss it, even though I knew.
"Honey, one of the blessings about being gay is there isn't much in the way
of traditions to hold us down to formalities. There ain't no traditional
ceremony, but if you feel you need or want one, good for you." Then she
turned to face me while still speaking, "Cause God knows you'll have your
hands full with this one."  I growed at her and snapped.
"Damn, who let the Chihuahua in with the Dalmatians???"
I expected him to make a nervous laugh and play along. Almost everyone else
would have, but not Austin. He just smiled and ran his fingers down my back.

"No I won't. You might. God knows Michael would. I guess most guys would.
Underestimating Alex can be a huge fucking mistake, but we understand each
other," he said as he stroked my back lovingly.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation.
Then Austin took the leash from Natasha and affixed it to my collar and held
the end. "Fuck yeah, I like this," Austin said as he bathed in his assumed
power.
After a tour through the club on our leashes, Natasha brought us back to her
stage and let us go. She told me and Austin to dress in the costumes Austin
had retrieved from the car earlier. I protested that my current costume
could double for street wear.  Austin, still holding the leash to the collar
to he'd made me keep on, just gave me a serious look and said "strip!"
Natasha told us to be at her house by 2 p.m. for the parties so we could get
back to Ryan and Michael's party by 8.
Dressing in the mesh jock, the borrowed collar and the very skimpy harness
I'd bought, I felt positively naked. I was trying to figure out how I could
stay back here. But the sight of Austin in his leather vest, his leather
cap, the boots he'd worn with the tiger costume, and his atomic blue eyes,
who was I kidding? I'd have followed him into a lava flow.
We got a lot of looks as we walked out, and a lot of comments, too. It's not
that there weren't 40 other men dressed similarly to us around. It's just
that they were all older, larger and a lot hairier. Not that that's a bad
thing, but I think a majority still goes for the 20something baseball player
and his little blond boytoy. Austin strode around like he was pumped full of
testosterone. I almost glued myself to him, acutely aware of how naked and
revealed I was. God, this was way worse then my frat hazing, but promised to
be a lot more rewarding too.
The reaction of Ryan, his Michael, Brandon, James, my Michael and the puppy
who was enjoying my Michael's hand on his ass were a combination of wide
eyes, amusement, shock and outrageous laughter. Within seconds, Austin was
ordering me to put my hands behind my back so my Michael could handcuff me.
I found myself; according to Austin's plan I'm sure, pressed up against him
seeking his protection. And he was being nice using his massive hands to
cover my ass and pulling me in front of him as we stood with the others. It
turned out that James didn't drink, and since he'd rode down here with
friends, he was free to drive my Jeep later. It was obvious that Brandon,
James and my Michael were either a couple plus one or a triad, Tiago had
disappeared a while ago with a married couple, Ryan and his Michael were
naturally all smoochy, and Austin had claimed me as his. A claim I was not
only comfortable with, but eager to explore with my imaginative and very
eager partner.
I rode home later wrapped in Austin's arms, sitting on his lap, as one hand
explored every hidden spot on my body and my lips were stuck to his. I rode
Austin into Ryan's house with my legs tightly wrapped around Austin's waist
as his one hand held me and the other carried our bag. Brian brought mine
along with his, and Michael, Brandon and James all fled to the hot tub. We'd
been invited, but I didn't think Austin could wait much longer. Ryan and his
Michael were already there.  So we headed straight for what everyone called
"my room," Brian went and climbed in the tub, just to be a pisser he told us
later, then crashed in the family room when the guys got too aggressive. He
was supposed to stay in our room, but we were being way to noisy for him to
get any sleep.

That night Austin used belts to secure me to the bed and in what I can only
call ecstatic zeal, tickled me and massaged me till I begged for mercy and
promised him anything.  When he finally got down to sex, he released my
bonds and laid back so I could straddle his waist and lower myself onto him
and ride. When I came it was one of the most powerful I'd ever had. Austin
yelled so loud when he came Ryan came over to check on us. I slid down
Austin's sticky body to snuggle in his arms.
The next morning, I woke up alone in bed and heard a bunch of noises. James,
Brandon, and Ryan's Michael were busy making breakfast. Ryan was on the
computer working on some project for Disney, and Austin and my Michael were
lounging on the pool deck and laughing. I got some coffee and went out to
join them.
"Where's mine, bitch?" Michael asked.
Austin just took my cup since we both drank it the same way.
"Austin? How serious is all this slave stuff gonna be? Cause it's real
dangerous to take my coffee like that... you're lucky you have a witness," I
said turning around to get another cup for me and one for Michael, who asked
in his own weird "Bitch, get me a cup or I'm taking your boyfriend tonight"
way.
"One!" Austin said after me.
"One what?" I turned to ask.
Austin just smiled and high-fived Michael.
"That was a fuckin' good idea, thanks mate!
I figured out what it was they were talking about by their gloating and body
language: Spankings. Michael was always saying I needed to get my spoiled
ass spanked.
"You'd better ask first, Austin. Otherwise, paramedics will be fishing your
arm out of a trash can so they can reattach it!"
"Go get my coffee!" Michael ordered.
Two hours later, Brian, Austin, James, and I were dressed like puppies.
Natasha had done some altering overnight. She'd sewn wires in the tails of
mine and two other guys so that instead of laying down and covering our
asses like the rest of the tails were doing, they were way up in the air and
they wiggled in a wagging kinda way as we crawled. Austin couldn't stop
laughing. Poor Brian was in a fluctuating state of either laughing
hysterically or blushing and sometimes both. But it was fun as hell, and the
fact the biggest and cutest "puppy" there kept dry humping me made it a hell
of a lot of fun. At one point, Brian and Austin got into a wrestling match
as Austin went to hump Brian. Frat boys ...
We were a total hit everywhere we went, and all those other puppies were a
lot of fun to hang with. The puppy that my Michael had been hitting on the
night before was named Eryn. He was 6-4, very thin, with blond hair and a
swimmer's build. Eryn was almost as big and shameless a flirt as Austin and
since he knew most of the other guys, he was our link to them.   By the end
of the night, we knew who was positive, who was single, who was easy, whom
he'd had, who topped and who bottomed.
On almost any day, the chances of things getting out of hand when you put 17
young gay men and one straight frat boy together are pretty high. But if you
do it on Halloween, the chances go way up and so do the levels of
debauchery. When you add in that they were all on leashes led by a very big,
outrageous drag queen and they were all almost totally naked ... well, you
don't need to be a rocket scientist to know things got very bad, very
quickly.
I'm not sure when things started to deteriorate, but as these were all
private parties and we were driving around in two vans, there was ample time
for naughtiness to occur. Brian and a light-skinned black guy named Donnel
were the first two to totally ditch the costumes, both because guests paid
them to.  Brian was just such a totally cool guy, he didn't care what people
said and he was totally comfortable going around naked.  Another couple, a
pair of big blonds with gym-perfect bodies, began making out and groping big
time by about 5:30. Austin, half turned on by what we'd already been doing,
and half because of where the rest of the group was obviously heading, began
with a long, long, lap under my tail. I quivered happily and helplessly as
my Alpha puppy had his way with me. And in the future, when he told this
story to people, he'd always say how I'd raised my tail for him.
A big, cold bottle of Goldschlager was making the rounds and Austin held it
up to my lips with a wild grin. "As I recall, every time you drink this, you
have wild stories the next day..."
I looked at him and breathed a big sigh. "Yeah, that's the story, hell, it's
how I got you."
"So open up!" Austin ordered in his frisky badboy growl.
I closed my eyes in resignation and opened up as my guy poured an extra big
mouthful.  Before the night was over, the puppies finished that bottle and
two smaller ones.
By 7:30, almost all the guys were sans jockstraps. Austin had removed mine
publicly and draped it over Natasha's arm. Actually, she was holding almost
all the jockstraps, but we had our ears and collars still on  to mark us
puppies.
At 8, the entire ensemble of puppies and Cruella descended on Ryan's party.
It had just gotten started, and already more than two-dozen people were
there ... most of them outside by the pool. When 18 naked guys in puppy ears
and collars walked in on leashes, the party instantly kicked up into high
gear.
"Fuck!" Ryan said as we walked through the door. "I'm glad I didn't bother
hiring strippers."
As the night wore on, the last of the inhibitions faded with all manner of
guests and puppies finding places to explore one another. Eryn and Michael
went to the hot tub along with Brandon and James, and Tiago and Brian were
drinking together along with Natasha and this tall red head in drag. The two
blond gym bunnies were having actual penetrative sex on the back porch right
in front of the sliding doors.
"On your back, lover boy. I'm gonna give you some fucking serious rug burn
on your shoulders," Austin commanded in my ear before running the tip of
tongue around it and driving me insane with shivers.
I slid silently to the floor and rolled over to look up at my guy with that
so self-sure grin on his face. I admit it- he was my heroin. He could make
me do anything by flashing his smile, staring at me with those lethal blue
eyes and ordering me with that fortitude, that self-assurance that a total
lack of fear affords. I was his bitch. He didn't need costumes or symbols,
he had me addicted, and I would do what he asked gladly. But hell, he looked
that much hotter in his leather stuff assuming his daddy bad ass persona. As
I looked up in his excited Lukas Ridgeston eyes, I felt suddenly so
protected and comfortable.   I didn't even have a snappy joke or sarcastic
comment in me at the moment/
Michael and Ryan and a few of the puppies went around with bowls of free
condoms and little packets of lube and suggestions as to where things might
be more comfortable.    We never got this message, though -- only the
condoms and lube. And if Austin was as loud, I had to be that much louder.
Despite his warning about giving me rug-burn, he eventually slid down with
me and held me tightly to his chest with his big arms wrapped around me as
he entered me from behind with me on my side and my top leg pressed tightly
to my chest.
Amazingly, in a house full of people, new guests arriving all the time, we
were all alone and in our own world. Part of me knew people were talking
about us and watching. I just couldn't care at that point.

Later, Austin picked me up and carried me to the hot tub, we sat next to my
Michael and Eryn, who were kissing big time and, well, it was dark and who
knew where the hands were? I sat astride Austin in what was becoming our
standard pose, me on his lap facing him. Later, as the party was winding
down, we went to "our" room and crashed.
"Yeah," I thought. "There will most definitely be stories." Then just before
sleep took us, as Austin snuggled tightly against me, I said, "Good night,
Floppy."

I could feel Austin suddenly stiffen next to me.

"BRIAN, YOU FUCKER!"