said
, put these on. You'll make daddy real happy."
Mark again felt powerless, did as instructed, and then walked toward a mirror. He had on a scuffed-up pair of cowboy boots, and very old pair of jeans, and a decades-old flannel shirt torn in several places and missing its buttons. The jeans were skin tight and wholly revealed the outline of Mark's hard dick.
"Turn around."
Mark did as instructed, and was stunned by the sight in the mirror. A good part of one cheek was exposed through the torn, worn jeans.
"Like it?"
"I don't understand."
"You will. Now let's go."
"Outside? In, uh,
these
?"
"You heard right." The older man said. He then walked over and stuck his tongue into Mark's mouth, and Mark knew he couldn't say no.
They departed, and walked several blocks toward downtown. From behind, Mark heard a few gasps from people. And more than a few cat calls. Then the older man opened a door, and pushed Mark inside.
There were in a bar. Full of men. And it was dark.
The man got Mark a drink and said: "You just stand there. I'll be watching."
"Watching for what?"
"You'll see. Just go with anything. It'll please daddy." The man then gave Mark a deep, long kiss and, again, Mark's mind went blank.
So, Mark just stood dumbly with a drink in his hand. The moments ticked by, and he kept glancing at the older man in the corner.
Well, so much for my resolve.
Then it happened.
He felt a hand on his ass. The hand then squeezed. Mark just stared straight ahead, and couldn't see the person groping him. The hand moved very slowly across the denim fabric until discovering flesh. It then paused, as if not comprehending. The hand then continued across the bare skin and under the remaining fabric. It lingered for a few moments and softly caressed the exposed flesh, as if excited by the unexpected discovery. The hand increased its movement as it rubbed, hard, across the buns faster and faster. It repeatedly squeezed the mounds of flesh. The hand paused again. Mark then felt a finger move slowly, tentatively between his cheeks, as if still not fully comprehending its good fortune. It rubbed the fur which highlights this very private space, a contrast to the smooth skin adjacent. As Mark made no motion indicating displeasure – indeed, he couldn't move at all – the finger continued while another hand started rubbing between the thighs. Mark's breathing increased in tempo but he continued looking straight ahead, not yet having even looked at the explorer attached to the hands. The finger continued its examination and Mark gasped as it suddenly entered him – slowly, gently, but persistently. Mark's hard dick reached granite-like destiny, and he started to grind it against the ass of the man in front of him who turned, briefly, and smiled.
After a few minutes the hands withdrew and shifted to Mark's hips, pulling him back a few feet before they dropped away. Mark knew that in his previous position he'd been afforded a measure of privacy by the darkness. But now, with a dim spotlight overhead, he knew the men adjacent could and
would
watch. A moment passed before he felt the finger return to its position inside him, except the finger was now, apparently, covered with saliva. Mark gasped when it slipped in fully. And as the finger grew more enthusiastic in its exploration, Mark started to moan very softy. The men close by drew even closer and one started to massage Mark's rock-hard dick through the denim. Their eyes met, but he made no move to kiss Mark. He just stared, intent on his work, and the two were so close that Mark could smell him. He also felt warmth near the back of his neck and the delicious friction of stubble against his ear as a voice very quietly said,
Yes
. Mark pushed back on the finger. It was soon joined by another from the same hand, or so Mark assumed. The fingers deepened their invasion while, it seemed, new hands roamed across Mark's ass cheek. His moans became louder, audible. A few moments later, he felt the intact middle seam on the rear of his jeans be roughly pulled to one side accompanied by the sounds of denim tearing and the seam snapping. Mark knew that his entire ass was now not just fully exposed to the stranger behind him, but because of the dim spotlight directly overhead, a lot of people. He then felt his cheeks being pulled wide open and wondered.
