Lance wakes up feeling warmth against his back, he opens his eyes and sees Vince's arm wrapped around him, he lets out a little contented groan and hugs Vince's arm, so this is what it feels like to wake up with someone next to you.
Vince is already awake but doesn't want to move, it feels so wonderful spooning against Lance, feeling his warm slim body next to his.
Lance senses that Vince is awake and rolls on his back, "Good morning beautiful," Vince says.
"Hey handsome," Lance says smiling.
Vince strokes Lance's naked body, "How you feeling?"
"Wonderful," Lance replies and burying his head in to Vince's neck he wraps his arms round him and hugs him tight.
"Woah, what did I do to deserve that?" Vince asks.
"I want to thank you," Lance says.
"What for?"
"For opening my eyes," he looks Vince in the eyes, "I had no idea I was gay but now it feels so right."
"Glad I could be of help," Vince says then he gets up and before Lance can do anything pulls him off the bed and hauls him over his shoulder.
"ARRGH! What you doing?" Lance cries.
"It's time for a shower young man," Vince says as he carries him to the bathroom.
"I could have walked you know," Lance says relaxing over Vince's shoulder.
"Yeah but this is more fun," Vince says.
Once in the shower they pretty much do what they had done the previous day, piss play, an enema but Vince hooks Lance's arms to the ceiling to wash him, Lance enjoys the feeling of helplessness as Vince soaps all over his body.
The dry off and walking into the bedroom Vince opens the curtains, he sees in the distance a young man walking up the street towards his house.
"The paper boy is here, I forgot he comes this morning for his collection," Vince says.
Lance looks out of the window, "He's cute," he says without thinking, he suddenly realises that he is now looking at other guys sexually.
"Yeah, isn't he," Vince says.
"Have you been with him?" Lance asks.
"No, he only turned 18 last week, I won't go with anyone younger, I think he may be gay though."
"Do you think he'd like to play?" Lance asks, his cock starts to grow.
Vince looks at Lance in surprise then a huge grin fills his face, "You little tart you, I like your thinking," He ties Lances hands behind his back, "Come down stairs in 5 minutes and kneel by my feet, don't talk to him or me, you know, speak when spoken too."
"Yes sir," Lance says obediently.
"Oh wait, I know," Vince goes to a drawer in his bedside cabinet and pulls out a ball gag and puts in Lance's mouth. Lance looks at Vince alarmed.
"What's this for?" Lance tries to ask but instead it come out as "Wmmff difff ffrrrr?"
"I want it to look good," Vince says.
Just then the door bell rings so Vince puts on his dressing gown and heads downstairs.
"Hello Bobby, come in," Vince says as he opens the door.
"Hello Mr Tranter," Bobby replies, his voice still sounding as though it still hasn't quite broken.
Bobby is slim, fairly tall and sports a nice head of red hair. His face is very cute and dotted with freckles across his nose, and has big blue eyes that show his naivety. Bobby is one of these trendy kids with his jeans riding low showing his underwear and the shape of his cute ass. For his top he is wearing a zip up sweat shirt with a hood.
"Now Bobby, I've told you call me Vince."
"Sorry yes Vince," Bobby says as he enters the house.
"Take a seat, I'll just get you a drink, Diet coke was it?" Vince asks.
"Yes please Mr Tr... I mean Vince," Bobby feels a little uncomfortable calling Vince by his first name but the man is very friendly and he likes his company.
Vince returns with a glass of diet coke and hands it to him. "Here have a seat," Vince says.
Bobby sits in an armchair next to the fireplace and Vince sits on the sofa that is opposite the fireplace but adjacent to the armchair.
"So how have you been? Turned 18 last week I hear," Vince asks. Bobby nods. "Did you have a party?"
"Not really, just a drink with some of my family," he replies.
"You know it must take you ages collecting the paper money if you stop at everyones house for a drink," Vince says in jest.
"Oh no, Yours is the last on my round, I only ever stop at yours for a drink," Bobby says sipping his coke.
"Why is that Bobby? Why do you like stopping at mine?" Vince asks.
Bobby suddenly looks nervous as though he's been caught out, "Er.. um.. well.."
Vince laughs, "It's ok Bobby, I like having you here, it's nice to have someone to chat to," he says alleviating the tension. Bobby laughs nervously.
The truth is that Bobby had heard rumours about Vince, about him liking boys and has often been seen with them entering his house. In the few months Bobby has been visiting Vince he's seen no evidence of this and he doubts the rumours are true, even so he's taken quite a liking to Vince and he stills hopes that maybe something could happen. Bobby is painfully shy though and for all the will in the world he just hasn't got the courage to make any move.
Just then Lance walks in the room his cock fully erect and swinging as he walks, Bobby almost drops the glass, his mouth does drop though, wide open. Lance kneels down next to Vince but makes sure his cock is clearly visible, his heart is pounding, this is so daring. Bobby's heart is racing too, like a steam train at full speed, a naked boy has just knelt down next to Vince with his hands tied behind his back, a gag in his mouth and an erection that is pointing to the sky. It looks like the rumours are true after all. Bobby's head is spinning, he doesn't know what to make of this, is this Vince's boyfriend? Is the fact he naked mean that something might happen? Why is he tied up? Why does he have a gag in his mouth?
"Oh this is Lance," Vince says, "he's staying with me for the weekend, say hello to Bobby Lance."
"Hmmmomm Bmmbbmm."
"H-h-h-hello," Bobby stutters, not knowing where to look, he is sweating now and a sizeable bulge has risen in his trousers. Vince smiles now knowing that Bobby is turned on by seeing Lance like this, Bobby ties to hide it by covering it with the glass and his hands.
"You're probably wondering why he's tied up," Vince says. Bobby nods. "Well he lost a bet with me and he has to be my slave for the weekend."
"S-s-s-slave?" Bobby almost drops the glass again. It's at this point that Bobby thinks he should probably leave but his cock is so hard it would be obvious so he feels trapped there, plus he really doesn't want to leave.
"Yes in fact I was about to punish him, he didn't make the beds properly this morning," Vince says.
Lance looks up at Vince, 'Aw crap,' he thinks, he hadn't counted on Vince dishing out punishment, and what's this making the beds? He's obviously making up a punishment for Bobby's sake.
"You don't mind if I give him a spanking do you?" Vince asks, "I'm sure you've seen it all before."
Bobby grips the glass tightly his knuckles turning white, in fact Bobby has never seen it before, this is really bizarre what is happing in front of him but his cock stiffens even more at the though of seeing Lance get spanked. Vince lifts Lance up and facing him away from Bobby get's him to lie across his lap, Vince adjusts his legs so one is up on the couch and one on the floor so they are wide enough for Bobby to see Lances hole and his cock pointing down and being pushed back between his legs by Vince's knee.
Bobby swallows hard seeing Lance like this, Vince starts spanking Lances bare ass.
SMACK!
"Mmmmph!" Lance shouts.
"Does your daddy spank you when your bad Bobby?" Vince asks.
"Er n-n-no, I d-d-don't have a d-d-d-daddy," he stutters.
SMACK!"
"Mmmmmph!"
"So who punishes you when you do bad?" Vince asks.
"N-n-n-n-no one," Bobby replies, he can't keeps his eyes of Lance's butt getting spanked and his hard cock that is now dripping precum.
