Part Five Cordially Invited #3
“No, in the real world. Do you remember?” Joe asked again.
Scott nodded. Discomfort rushed through him. He twitched his hands behind his back. Joe immediately pressed his wrists more firmly against the back of his polo shirt—keeping them in place.
Scott remembered the first time he met Joe in perfect detail, but he knew he was the only one whose life changed that day.
As easily as that, a more familiar reality returned to Scott’s world.
Without moving a muscle, he morphed back into the guy on the edge of the group who no one ever noticed, who—
“It was Valentine’s Day last year,” Joe said, slicing cleanly through every thought in Scott’s head. “You were the hottest sub there. I couldn’t stop staring at you, wondering why the hell you were there on your own.”
Scott blinked. He’d have been less shocked if Joe had announced he was an alien.
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“You needn’t look quite so convinced I’m a serial killer,” Joe said, with a chuckle. He idly ran his thumb over Scott’s cheek. Shocked was one hell of a good look on him. “What could be more natural than a dom noticing the stunning new sub who just walked in?”
“Are you s-sure you’re talking about me?” Scott asked.
Joe used his grip on Scott’s wrists to pull him closer so their bodies were pressed together from shoulder to knee. “Very sure.” He was equally confident that Scott could feel his hard-on through their clothes.
“You really n-noticed me?” It was impossible to tell if Scott loved that possibility, or if he was too freaked out by it to feel anything at all.
“I really did,” Joe said, managing to hold back another chuckle.
Scott closed his eyes, as if fighting for self-control.
If he was trying to resist the urge to hump Joe’s leg, he lost that battle within seconds. His breaths turned ragged as he rubbed their bodies together.
A minute passed before, with a frustrated groan, Scott pried his eyes open and looked up at Joe.
It was obvious just how hard it was for him to make his brain work, but he stubbornly kept trying until he got some kind of thought process going.
“You couldn’t have k-known I’m a sub,” Scott stuttered out.
“You never saw me do anything the l-least bit kinky.”
Of course he hadn’t. Joe was certain there had never been anything kinky in Scott’s life for anyone to see. That side of Scott belonged to him and no one else.
“I didn’t need a demonstration,” Joe said. “I still knew. The first time I saw you I wanted to pull down your jeans, turn you over my knee and spank you until you came in front of everyone in the club.”
Scott whimpered.
It took all the self-control Joe had, to stop himself half-fulfilling that particular ambition right there, in the middle of the deserted department store. He cleared his throat. “If I’d walked into this shop a few years ago, I’d have known that you were a sub then, too.”
“You w-would?”
“Yes,” Joe left no room for doubt in his voice.
Scott glanced up at him and then quickly away, as if he wasn’t sure where to look anymore.
“If we’d met then, it would have been back before I learned any patience.” Joe dipped his head and nipped at Scott’s ear again. “I wouldn’t have waited for you to be ready to practice your letter writing skills,” he whispered.
Scott arched his back, moulding his body against Joe’s larger frame, pushing his erection against Joe leg. “What w-would you have done?” he murmured.
“Do you want me to tell you?”
Scott nodded.
Joe raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? Where’s the fun in that?”
Scott instantly withdrew—if not physically, then mentally; as quick to lose confidence as ever.
“Wouldn’t you prefer me to show you?” Joe asked.
He didn’t give Scott another second in which to panic. He released Scott’s hands, spun him around and pressed his erection against Scott’s arse.
Scott tried to look over his shoulder, but Joe kept him exactly where he wanted him; holding Scott in place with his arms wrapped tightly around his body.
Scott had no choice but to look straight ahead, at the shop where he had spent so much time fantasising about rough men not taking no for an answer.
“This would have been your first hint that anyone else was here—when you felt my body against yours,” Joe told him. He thrust his erection against Scott’s backside through their clothes. “And you’d have known exactly what I wanted from you, wouldn’t you?”
Joe slid one hand down Scott’s body and cupped his erection through his nice, sensible trousers. Scott wriggled helplessly as Joe massaged his shaft through the fabric. His movements only seemed to succeed in making him more frustrated.
“P-please?” Scott asked. He was so breathless, the word was barely audible.
Joe chuckled as he pressed a kiss to Scott’s neck, letting Scott feel the vibrations from his amusement dance against his skin. “Do you really think I’d have let you have anything you wanted as easily as that? Perhaps it’s a good thing you didn’t know me back then.”
“I’d have d-done anything you wanted,” Scott promised.
“You’re sure of that, are you?” Joe teased.
Scott nodded. “You’d have still b-been you.” He sounded so bloody serious.
Joe might have just been talking dirty, taking dictation straight from his cock, but Scott was obviously speaking from the heart. Joe growled his approval, sharing a whole host of new vibrations with the same patch of Scott’s skin.
It was a bloody good answer. It slipped straight past the part of Joe that was still trying to keep everything between them light and flirty; straight to the part of him that understood nothing but a feral need to possess Scott and own him completely.
Unzipping Scott’s fly, Joe pushed his hands past the cheap fabric and guided Scott’s erection through the openings of both his boxers and his trousers. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, Joe jacked Scott’s cock, purposefully laying claim to each hard inch of his erection.
Scott froze; every muscle in his body tensed.
“I was a petulant little brat a few years ago,” Joe whispered into Scott’s ear as Scott began to tremble against him. “I’d have deserved to have been shot if I’d made a move on a sweet boy like you.”
As suddenly as he’d frozen up, Scott thawed out. Without any warning, he twisted away from Joe, trying to free himself and pull his cock away from Joe’s hand at the same time.
“That’s enough,” Joe said, his words clipped and impatient.
Scott didn’t seem to hear him. He continued to writhe against Joe, as if that would somehow help him prove he wasn’t too sweet for a guy who’d been screwing most of the men on the local leather scene.
“You were a virgin,” Joe snapped. He didn’t bother to make it a question. He was already sure of the answer.
The calmly stated fact brought Scott back to him. He fell still, gasping for breath. A pretty red hue rushed to Scott’s cheeks. If Joe had had any lingering doubts, that would have been all the confirmation he needed.
There was a very large part of him that wouldn’t have minded being shot for having that particular pleasure. Joe tightened his grip around Scott’s cock. “But you’re mine now,” he said.
The statement was three words longer than it would have been if he’d stumbled across Scott before he was old enough to really appreciate him.
Mine.
Scott nodded. “Y-yes,” he whispered. “Yours.”
Perfect.
Joe quickly scanned their surroundings. He silently cursed. Why the hell couldn’t Scott have worked in the DIY section, surrounded by lengths of chain, and padlocks, and lots of other things that could easily be kinked up to fit his purposes?
The soft furnishings department offered him…
Joe squinted at the various racks and shelves within sight. Ribbons? Lace? Joe was just about to give up and drag Scott off to a part of a store that sold more easily pervertable things, when he spotted some sort of red rope thing with a big tassel on the end.
“Put your hands behind your back.” Keeping hold of Scott’s cock, Joe led him across to the big countertop in the centre of the soft furnishings department by his erection.
“W-what are—?”
“Hush.” Joe snatched up one of the tasselled ropes on his way past.
As he reached the countertop, Joe realised two things.
Firstly, it was too high for Scott to bend over it comfortably and keep his feet on the floor.
Secondly, if Scott’s feet were left to dangle helplessly a few inches off the floor, it would offer Scott’s arse up at a lovely height for his own cock.
Joe grinned.
Snatching a cushion off a shelf to his left, Joe tossed it onto the edge of the countertop. He tugged both Scott’s trousers and his boxers down until they bunched around his knees. Lifting Scott off his feet, Joe bent him neatly over his new makeshift bondage bench.
Stepping back, Joe considered the arrangement. Scott’s chest lay against the countertop, his crotch was pressed into the cushion, his legs were hanging over the edge and, most importantly of all, his bare arse was offered up for Joe’s personal pleasure.
A startled little yelp had been Scott’s only contribution to proceedings. Even now, when Joe walked away, Scott remained speechless and kept his hands behind his back. Shock or submission—either way, it suited Joe.
On the other side of the counter, Joe discovered a row of hooks.
Moving aside a gigantic pair of shears which were far more intimidating than the equipment in most BDSM clubs, Joe secured one end of his newly acquired tassel to one of the big hooks.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself. Who needed a DIY section? Looking up, Joe met Scott’s eyes. He had everything he needed right in front of him. “Give me your hands.”
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Scott slowly took his hands from behind his back and offered them to Joe across the highly polished countertop. He watched as Joe deftly secured them to a hook with a fancy curtain tie-back.