The gallery is packed by the time we get there. Still, Boy and I squeeze our way in, pick up pamphlets, and head into the gallery main room. My friend's opening is clearly going well, and I'm happy to her. I see friends left and right and know I have a limited amount of time to talk to Boy before I have to make my rounds.
He's immersed in the painting he's sitting in front of. I sit next to him and place my hand on his thigh. He moves towards me almost reflexively, still caught up in the painting. I move my hands up, just slightly, and tighten my grasp. He swings his head towards me quickly, his eyebrow cocked, a small smile on his lips. "What do you have in mind?" He asks me quietly. Tacit permission.
I smile and lean over to whisper in his ear, drinking in his light aftershave.
"Look around," I say. He pulls back, curious. "Think you recognize anyone here?"
"I don't think so?" He says.
Just then, I hear my friend Barnes laughing from across the room. It's a hearty, rolling bellow. Unmistakeable.
"Is that....." Boy trails off. I smile at him devilishly.
"Sit here for a moment while I grab a drink, will you? Take the chance to see if you recognize anyone." I get up and walk away, knowing he will follow my order.
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While I wait in line, I let my mind wander back to last weekend. I think of Boy, tied up to the four posters of my bed. I remember how I left him there for a good few minutes after tying him up like that. I wanted him to know that he was truly, completely out of control.
I came back into the room and looked down at him, feeling my cock twitch seeing him tied up like that.
"Open your mouth," I said, and he complied, hungry for me already. I pulled my cock out and brushed myself against his lips. Boy let out a light moan and strained to get closer to me, to take me in.
"Act like you want it," I commanded. I could see the frustration in his eyes as he looked up at me. It turned to determination and he threw his strength against the ropes on his wrists. He moved close enough to me to take the tip of my cock into his mouth. I threw my head back and heard him moan again, his mouth more full this time.
"Good boy," I whispered. After watching him strain a bit, lips around my cock, I stepped forward so he could pull me all the way into his mouth.
"Fuck," I growled. Boy smiled at the sound of me losing my composure. "You feeling Bratty today?" I asked. Boy didn't say anything -- couldn't with my cock in his mouth. He shrugged slightly, smiling around me.
"Is that funny to you?" I asked. "I have something that'll knock that smile right off your face." I said. Boy smiled harder, almost laughing. Taunting me.
I pulled our and Boy immediately realized his mistake. "You're going to learn today. We're going to see if we can't make a polite boy out of you." I said.
Just then, we both heard the sound of boots approaching my bedroom door. Nobody else was home; and I could see the confusion on Boy's face.
I shoved him back down onto the bed and straddled him. "Who is that?" He said, almost alarmed.
"Does it matter?" I asked. "I'm gonna show my friends my new toy. They wanted to test you out. I said yes."
His eyes widened, but before he could say anything, I shoved the black bandana I had into his mouth. I then tied a blindfold on his eyes and sat back on my haunches, admiring my work. I reveled in knowing I was creating pressure on his cock. He groaned immediately, grinding into me almost involuntarily.
Before he could get any further, I heard a knock on the door. Boy froze. I laugh, gave him a good hearted slap on the chest, and jumped up.
"Come on in, man," I said.
"Hey," Barnes said. He was wearing all black, dressed for the occasion. We hugged briefly, kissed each other on the cheek. "Is this your little cock slut?"
"Yes," I said proudly, motioning to Boy, who was still tensed up; his head turned towards us so he could listen. "I got him all laid out for us to play with."
"Fuck yeah man, you're always a good host," Barnes said. He began removing his boots, stripped his T-shirt shirt and jeans off and beamed at me. I could see he came prepared, he was already wearing a strap.
"Jax is on their way, but go ahead and get started. I'm gonna smoke this joint and watch, I'll join in a bit." I loved talking about Boy like this, like a boycunt, mouth, and ass to be used up, played with, passed around. Like property.
"Ah sick, Jax and who else?" Barnes asked.
"Just Jesse," I said. Boy let out an audible moan, the first sound he had made since Barnes came in. He sounded desperate, protesting at the idea of handling four cocks.
Barnes and I looked at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Barnes bellowed, making us both laugh harder.
