I'd been feeling distinctly uncomfortable for some time now, at least an hour, but I had no way to get home. I looked down at my Jack & Coke, that my last 8 bucks had purchased, and then over at my ride. He was "otherwise engaged" and by that I mean he was fucking some man in a gimp mask who was strapped to a leather sawhorse. I quickly looked away, desperate for someplace safe to rest my eyes, but the only respite from the leather and sin was the square of bar in front of me.
Out of the corner of my eye I see someone sit on the stool next to me. I don't really want to but I turn to say 'Hello'. Even as it's leaving my mouth I realize my attempt at conversation will be futile- the man is wearing a ball-gag. He nods a greeting at me and then attempts to seduce me with his eyebrows. It had never crossed my mind that that was even possible- but those were 'come hither' eyebrows alright.
"I'm not really in to this..." I wave my arm to encompass all the things going on in the room. "stuff. The most leather I have in my wardrobe are my shoes."
The man's eyes, they're the blue-green mix of tropical water, bore into me and he slides off of his stool and onto his knees. He starts caressing my shoe with his cheek. I had to give him props for being persistent but I really just wasn't that interested. I mean, it's not like the guy wasn't attractive. In fact he was very attractive- just my type even. He was shirtless, his body lean and toned, and his caramel colored nipples had delicate silver rings in them. His hair was a wavy dirty-blonde that fell onto his cheeks and forehead in a charming boyish way- but I couldn't get past all this leather stuff. It was just weird. I mean, he couldn't talk and his hands were tied behind his back!
He rubs my shoe with his face again and then begs me with his eyes. "I don't think my shoes really count, you know, they aren't the right kind of leather like-" I point to his pants which are so black and shiny they could be poured oil.
In answer he shoves his face in my crotch. I have never been so surprised, embarrassed, and turned on in my entire life. I put my hands on his head to push him away but I'm already growing hard. He inhales deeply through his nose and rubs his face up and down in my crotch- caressing me through my slacks. My intended motion shifts to me curling my fingers in his soft hair and keeping his head in my crotch. His hot breath was seeping down through the fabric of my chinos as he nuzzled my junk and it felt wonderful- but I felt really weird about it.
I did push him away then and the look he gave me was like a kid who just lost his balloon. It was a little sad and a little indignant. I sighed; "Can I take off your ball gag?" He shakes his head no and then jerks it behind him to indicate someone in the other part of the room. "Ah, you have a master wandering around here somewhere." He gives me the affirmative by nodding and then rubs his cheek on my knee.
"Why are you so fixated on me?" He just looks at me and I realize what a silly question that is. "Your master sent you over, huh?" He nods. "Will you be punished if you don't please me?" His eyebrows knit together and he nods again- only slower. I took it to mean that, yes, he would be punished and it would not be in a fun way. "Do you love your master?"
