At the car the parking lot is deserted, "Ok strip," Vince says.
"What? Out he.... OWW!" Vince swipes him hard across his ass.
"Don't question my orders boy. Just do it!" Vince barks.
Reluctantly Lance strips and hands his clothes to Vince who puts them in the back of the car. Vince then removes the butt plug and cock ring from Lance but puts a much bigger cock ring on him that makes his cock stick out even further, he then fastens leather cuffs to Lance's wrists and ankles and finally a dog collar and leash. He then gives lance a pair of lace up leather boots to wear and as Lance bends over to put them on Vince can't help but stroke the boy's hole. When he stands up Vince admires him.
"God you look so fucking sexy," He says, "Ok get in."
Lance climbs in the passenger seat hoping he might have been given some clothing to wear, he's glad it's a 4x4 so it's pretty high up and no one can see in.
As they drive off Lance starts to feel a little funny. Sort of warm headed and his sinuses are getting clogged up.
"Sir I feel strange," Lance says.
"That'll be the Viagra gel I slipped in your drink at the restaurant," he replies. As if to prove a point he fondles Lances cock and he immediately springs a boner.
Lance is mortified, he was hoping that not having the electro on would mean he would get a rest from having a hard on so much, no such luck.
"Permission to speak sir," Lance asks.
"Granted."
"Where are we going?" Lance asks as they pull up to some traffic lights.
"A little place I used to go to a lot with Anthony, I think you'll like it," Vince replies.
Just at that moment a large eighteen wheel semi pulls along side and Lance realises there is no advantage being in a 4x4 when next to a truck. He looks up and sees the truck driver looking down at him, his mouth wide open, suddenly the lights change and Vince pulls away, Lance looks back but the truck hasn't moved.
"Did that trucker get a good eyeful?" Vince asks.
"Yeah, you should have seen his face," Lance laughs.
They eventually arrive at their destination, Vince parks up in a street where there are a few people around, he grabs something from the back and hands it to lance, it's a large raincoat.
"Put this on," Vince orders.
Lance is grateful for something to wear, he was dreading that Vince might make him walk naked in public, it's soon apparent thought that then rain coat is too big when he steps out of the car, It comes down past his knees. Lance's boner is tenting out the raincoat so he puts his hands in the pockets and holds his cock flat against his stomach. Vince takes the leash and leads him off down the street.
They reach a large black door and Vince rings a bell, a face appears at a slot, looks at Vince and Lance then disappears again, soon the door is being opened. Lance can here music coming from inside he guesses it must be some kind of night club, he's really apprehensive being dressed like this and going inside a night club.
"Vince!" A tall skinny guy says, "It's been so long, how have you been," he proceeds to kiss Vince on both cheeks as they walk into the foyer, "and who's this sexy little thing you have in tow?" The man is dressed in leather trousers and boots, he also has a leather harness fitting snugly around his chest.
"Hi Benny, this is my new slave, I only have him for the weekend so I'm having as much fun with him that I can," Vince replies. "Give me the coat," Vince orders Lance.
Lance freezes, he's going be naked in a night club!
"But Sir! I-I-I...." Lance starts to complain.
"Don't argue with me boy! Do it!" Vince bellows.
"I see he still needs some training," Benny says, "I don't suppose we get to see him ....." Vince pulls the coat from Lance's shoulders revealing Lance's nakedness, "....naked. Oh my! What perfection! He really is lovely," Benny says grabbing his own crotch. "Can I have a play later?"
"Of course you can, just come and find me when you have some time," Vince says handing the coat to Benny.
Lance is blushing heavily, he feels really exposed, his cock is at full mast and things are about to get worse. Vince ties his hands behind his back and leads him through another door, the music gets louder, suddenly they are standing in a bar filled with men, they all turn to look, Lance tries to hide behind Vince but Vince just pushes Lance out in front of him. Lance blushes even more as he stands totally naked with a raging boner in a room full of men all staring at him, he's never felt so humiliated in all his life, yet it's totally turning him on.
They walk towards the bar and Vince gets on a bar stool, Lance goes to sit on one next to him, "No, slaves are always at their masters feet," he tells him. Lance feels a little better kneeling down, his boner isn't so obvious.
Vince orders two buds, Lance looks up at him, 'Damn this boy is so god damn cute' Vince thinks to himself. He lowers down a bud and puts the bottle to Lances lips, he drinks like a baby being fed it's bottle. Lance spills some over his chin so Vince wipes it up with his finger and lets Lance lick it off.
"Good boy," Vince praises him.
Lance looks around the bar, there isn't much seating and most the guys are leaning against the walls or chatting in groups. They are all dressed differently, one guy is walking around in leather chaps and a leather pouch, his arse is fully exposed. Another guy is completely naked from the waist down and wearing just a leather jacket, his cock looks about the same as his own soft. Most of the men are in just jeans but a lot are wearing leather. There are two other boys around his age in the bar and are obviously slaves too as they are kneeling at their masters feet. Neither of them are naked, one is wearing leather hot pants and leather boots, and the other Y fronts and sandals and leather cuffs on this wrists like Lance. The one in the hot pants has some puppy fat around him and looks to be around the same height as Lance, the other boy is very skinny, almost scrawny but seems to have a huge package in his Y fronts and he notices he keeps looking over at him and smiling, Lance smiles back, he likes the look of the boy, quite a cute face although he's wearing glasses.
Lance feels the bottle at his lips again and he looks up at Vince as he takes another swig. Suddenly the boy in the Y fronts is standing next to him the boy's groin right in his face, standing next to him is his master. He looks to be in his mid 40's with a bit of a gut on him, he's wearing leather pants and and a leather jacket and is holding a leash to his slaves collar just like Lance is.
"Vince! It's been so long how are you dear fellow?" The masters says.
"Don! My word you haven't changed a bit, I see you have a new slave though," Vince replies.
"Oh yes this is slave Tim, on your knees Tim," Don commands. Tim drops to his knees and looks Lance in the eyes.
"I see you've got a new slave too," Don says, "how long has it been since Anthony passed away?"
"Five years now," Vince replies.
"Really? My God time flies."
Tim reaches over and starts to tickle Lances tight ball sack, taken a little by surprise Lance gasps.
"Sir," Lance says looking up at Vince, not sure if this should be happing in front of all these people.
"Stop that Tim!" Don says to his slave.
"Oh it's ok Don, seems your slave likes my boy, what do you say we let them go and play together while we catch up on old times?" Vince suggests.
