Later that afternoon they watch a movie together, Lance sitting on the floor at Vince's feet, resting his head on his leg. Now and again Vince would get Lance to fetch refreshments for him then feed him tidbits like a pet dog.
"I'm starving," Vince says when the film has finished, he looks at the clock and it's gone seven. "Let's go out to eat," He suggests.
Lance hopes to god he doesn't want him to go out naked but his fears are abated when after leaving the room Vince comes back in with some clothes. But not his.
"These belonged to Anthony," Vince says, sounding somewhat subdued.
"Permission to speak Sir,"
"Go ahead."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Lance asks.
"Seriously, I will not have a slave of mine looking like a chav," Vince Barks. "Anthony was about your size so they should fit."
Lance gets up and looks at the picture on the mantelpiece, "He's very handsome sir, where is he now?"
"He died five years ago," Suddenly Lance feels a bit weird at wearing a dead boy's clothes but also sad for Vince's loss.
"Did you love him Sir?"
Vince stands behind Lance and puts his hands on his shoulders, "Very much so,"
They stand in silence for a short while, Vince thinking about how much Lance reminds him of Anthony and Lance thinking how he felt when his father died.
Vince snaps out of it, "Come on I'm hungry let's get you dressed, but before you dress put this on." Vince hands him the electro cock ring.
Lance is suddenly filled with dread, is he going to use it while they are out?
"Bend over," Vince commands and as Lance does so he inserts the electro butt plug. There is no question in Lances mind that Vince intends to use it. He is filled with apprehension and excitement at the possibility of being made to cum while out in public.
Vince helps Lance get dressed making sure the wires come out from behind him, the clothes are very smart, a nice pair of jeans with loafers and a nice cut dress shirt. Vince puts a really nice leather jacket on him and puts the controller in the inside pocket making it and the wires hidden. He then takes a brush to Lance's beshevelled mop of hair, he stands Lance in front of a mirror and for a moment he felt as though he was looking at Anthony.
"Oh my! You look so handsome," Vince says. Lance blushes, "I'm going to be so proud showing you off tonight."
What? Did he say proud? Lance suddenly feels warm inside, he doesn't understand what it means but he likes it.
As they walk out of the house together it suddenly occurs to lance he could easily make a break for it and run for home but now he doesn't want to, he's excited by what might happen tonight and he really likes being with Vince.
As they get in Vince's large 4x4 Lance notices that Vince has a carrier bag that he throws on the back seat. Vince chooses a restaurant that he knows well and as they drive he turns on the electro device.
"Oh! That feels so nice," Lance says and immediately pops a boner. His erection is clearly visible in the tight jeans.
"When you are out with me I want you to stand up straight and hands behind your back," Vince says.
Lance realises that if his erection persists it will be clearly visible to everyone, he just hopes that the leather jacket will cover it up. They arrive at the restaurant at they are greeted at the door by the Matre'd. He's a handsome man in his forties, slim frame and immaculately dressed.
"Table for two sir?" he asks.
"Yes and can you make it one of the private booths?" Vince asks.
"Certainly Sir, right this way," and he leads them to a booth at the back of the restaurant. Lance notices it's fairly quiet only a handful of customers at the tables, he breathes a sigh of relief. The Matre'd snaps his fingers an young bright eyed waiter joins them.
The booth is a half circle of fixed seating round a circular table, the table cloth reaches almost to the floor. "Here you go Sir, Richard will take your order. Bon appetite," the Matre'd says then walks off.
"May I take your jacket Sir?" The young waiter asks of Lance. He can't be any older than 19 and seems a little on the green side. He is very slender with black hair in a crew cut, large brown eyes and the cutest turned up nose Vince has ever seen.
"No fanks I is fine," Lance says not wanting to reveal his erection, Vince notices Lance slipping back into his bad boy voice..
"Nonsense," Vince says, "It's much too warm to be wearing your jacket in here, give to the waiter," Lance can detect a sternness in his voice that says he's got no choice in this, Lance glares at him.
Reluctantly Lance removes his jacket and quickly pulling the controller from the inside pocket hiding it behind his back hoping the waiter didn't see it and the wires leading down the back of his trousers. What the waiter did notice though was Lance's boner through his jeans, he tries not to stare but Vince has noticed and smirks.
"Er um w-w-would you like a drink before you decide on you meal?" the waiter asks still taking glances at Lance's bulge. Vince looks at the waiters crotch and notices that he seems to be tenting out a little.
"I'll have a beer m8," Lance says, suddenly he yelps as Vince cranks the electro right up for a second.
"No he won't, get him a coke and I'll have a chardonnay," Vince says sharply. The waiter nods and walks away quickly adjusting himself as he does so.
"Don't ever talk like that again when your out with me, do you understand?" Vince says sternly.
"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir," Lance says hanging his head.
"As punishment I want you to take off your trousers and underwear," Vince orders.
"What? In here?" Lance exclaims. Vince zaps him with the electro again.
"What have I told you about talking without permission?"
"Arrghh sorry Sir," Lance grimaces doubled up.
"Now do it, take off your trousers and underwear," Vince orders again.
Lance's heart is racing, this totally outrageous, yet unbelievably horny, this is the sort of thing that only happens in dreams not in real life. He reluctantly removes his trousers and underwear, he's thankful the tablecloth hides his lower half. His erect cock Is level with the top of the table though so he lifts the table cloth and puts it over his lap. This is so daring, Lance really can't believe he's doing it.
Vince is fiddling with his mobile phone when the waiter returns with the drinks. Lance is watching him intently to see if he notices, the waiter looks again but sees that the table cloth is over Lance's lap, he finds it an odd thing to do but he's more disappointed at not seeing Lance's bulge. As the waiter places the drinks on the table Vince fumbles and drops his phone, it bounces under the table.
"Bugger, I can't reach it he says looking under the table.
"I'll get it sir," the waiter volunteers, and before anyone can say anything he dives under the table.
Lance freezes, the waiter is sure to see his nakedness, suddenly the table jumps as the young waiter bangs his head at seeing Lance naked with a very hard erection. Slowly the young man emerges, his face is bright red and when Lance looks him in the eye he colours up too, Vince has a wicked grin on his face.
"Here's your phone sir," the young waiter croaks, his voice breaking from his nervousness. "Er a-a-are you ready to order?"
"Yes," says Vince calmly, "I'll have the cock au vin," Vince winks as he says it, "and my boy will have the bangers and mash, you like your sausage don't you boy?" Vince says turning to Lance, both boys blush. Vince can see an impressive bulge in the young waiters trousers, he decides that they are going to have some fun with this young man before the night is through.
"Y-y-y-yes Sir," the young waiter stammers and he heads off to place the order.
Vince puts his arms under the table and starts stroking the inside of Lance's thighs and his tight balls sack causing him to groan with delight. Vince sees the waiter coming back and takes his opportunity.
"Quick get under the table," Vince orders Lance, "and when the waiter sits down suck him off."
Lance looks at Vince in shock then feels Vince pushing him down, reluctantly he slips beneath the table. 'This is crazy!' he thinks to himself but he's so excited by it he almost shoots a load.
"Is there anything else you need sir?" the waiter asks looking disappointed at not seeing Lance.
"Not right now, but why don't you sit down a minute take the weight of your feet," Vince suggests.
"Well we're not very busy tonight so I guess I can spare a couple of minutes," The waiter replies as he sits down, "Where is your friend?" He asks.
"Bathroom," Vince replies, "So I haven't seen you here before, are you new?"
Lance sees the feet under the tablecloth and his heart starts racing, he can't believe what Vince wants him to do, he hesitates.
"Yes sir, I started two weeks ago," the young waiter replies.
