“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. Joetightened 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.
