“You don’t need to worry,” Joe whispered, dipping his head and bringing his lips to Scott’s ear as if sharing a secret with him. “I never intended you to go out therecompletelynaked.”
Obvious relief rushed across Scott’s face as Joe pulled back. A moment later, his expression morphed back into complete and utter shock.
“What the—?”
Joe chuckled as he wrapped his fingers a little more firmly around Scott’s cock. “It’s a cock ring,” he said, as he fitted the flexible ring snugly in place at the base of Scott’s shaft.
“I know w-what it is, I…” Scott’s words trailed off as he met Joe’s eyes. Of all the things he might have thought he’d be allowed to wear, a cock ring obviously hadn’t made it onto his list.
“It looks good on you,” Joe said, as he casually caressed Scott’s hard shaft. Holding the length of Scott’s erection steady, he checked the fit, making sure none of the short blond hairs at the base of Scott’s cock were going to get caught.
Scott swallowed rapidly. For a moment, it looked as if he might protest, but he ultimately remained silent, accepting his “outfit” with true submissive grace.
Reluctantly releasing Scott’s cock, Joe closed his own locker, took Scott’s key from his unresisting hand, and tucked both keys into the side of his own boot. “Come on.”
He was not going to jump Scott in the locker room, Joe reminded himself. Scott had wanted nudity and Joe was going to see to it that that was what Scott got. And he’d make sure Scott got it without being so stressed he gave himself a stroke.
Joe paused at the door leading out of the locker room and took hold of Scott’s hand to reassure him there was no need to worry about anything. Then he led Scott purposefully into the bar area without giving him time to get more nervous.
There was an unoccupied table in the farthest corner of the room. Joe kept hold of Scott’s hand and didn’t release it until they’d reached the empty table. Finally, freeing Scott’s fingers,Joe sat down on the leather cushions that ran along the wall and settled his arm along the back of the seat.
A moment’s hesitation, then Scott gingerly sat down next to him. Apparently, trapped between a desire to look around the room and a fear of being caught checking anyone out, he spent more time studying the table than anything else.
“You’re allowed to look,” Joe said. “That’s the whole point.”
Joe watched Scott’s face as he took his advice and slowly ran his gaze over the room before turning back to Joe. His shoulders gradually relaxed. He unfurled his fists and settled his hands against the seat at his sides.
No matter which direction Scott looked, Joe never took his eyes off him. There wasn’t going to be anything in the rest of the room that he hadn’t seen a hundred times before. Scott was the first man who’d surprised him in a hell of a long time.
“You’re n-not wearing…anything?” Scott observed when the silence seemed to get too much for him.
“No, I’m not,” Joe agreed.
He’d have guessed that about two thirds of the guys there would be wearing a cock ring or butt plug. And even if they weren’t, almost all of them would be either hardening, or at full mast by now. He didn’t bother to look away from Scott to check out the other men’s erections. They held no interest for him that night. Not even the sweetest arse could have made his attention stray from Scott’s blushing face.
One thing was obvious. What he should have given Scott to wear wasn’t a cock ring, it was a collar. A strip of black leather would look damn good around his neck, marking him out as Joe’s own personal property.
“Go up to the bar and fetch two glasses of Coke,” Joe said, taking a fiver out of his sock and handing it to him.
“Coke?”
Joe nodded. “Coke.”
Scott didn’t say anything else. He stood up and made his way across the room. He might have been trying to hide his reluctance, but he failed spectacularly. Joe watched Scott walk up to the bar. His erection bounced slightly with each step. His buttocks clenched as his nerves increased with every foot he moved away from Joe’s side. Any marks that the flogger had left on his skin last time they met up, had already faded away leaving a gorgeously-blank canvass.
With his attention never straying from Scott, Joe pulled one booted foot up to rest on the bench seat alongside him. Resting one elbow on his knee, he dropped his head back against the wall behind the cushioned seat.
A guy at the bar stepped up close to Scott. The place wasn’t overly crowded. There was no need for any man to stand that near Scott. Joe tensed. He narrowed his gaze as he lifted his head away from the wall.
Words were exchanged. They spoke far too quietly for Joe to hear them, but whatever was said, it caused the man standing alongside Scott to look over his shoulder and toward their table.
Joe didn’t move. He didn’t even raise an eyebrow at the guy. But, he didn’t rush to clear the frown from his forehead either.
All at once, there were several feet of empty space between Scott and the other guy.
Joe relaxed, once more satisfied with the state of the world. Within moments, Scott returned with their drinks. He paused when he saw Joe’s foot on the seat, but chose to sit down on the edge of the cushion in front of Joe’s boot, rather than move further down the bench and put any extra distance between them.
Scott kept his eyes firmly on the table as he set down their glasses and handed Joe the change.
