“You thought you owned your body,” he breathed into Josh’s ear. “And I so very much love teaching you how wrong you are.”
No one has ever made Josh feel the way Daniel does, but no one has ever asked so much of Josh in return. When can he trust this man knows exactly how much he can take, and when is Josh right to be afraid?
Reader Advisory: This story is part of a series for mature audiences only and which features intensely erotic situations, discipline, exhibition, humiliation, rough first time anal sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
He was still extremely aroused as Daniel ushered him into a small boutique on the north side of the city. The walk hadn’t been far, maybe five or six blocks, and under other circumstances Josh knew he would have enjoyed it. But in his current state it felt more like a delirious march, primed to a perfect edge as his cock throbbed with unfinished business.
The boutique was much larger inside than it had appeared from the street. Rows of high-end fashion from Milan and Paris ran side by side with more fringe, risqué offerings in straight lines towards the back. Looking around, Josh began to guess a little of what Daniel had in mind.
At the sound of their entry, a man appeared from the rear of the store. In Josh’s wound up state, it was hard not to stare. The man was painfully handsome, with soft olive skin, full shoulders and chest, and perfect ass. He was maybe Brazilian, if Josh had to guess. His eyes were a gorgeous hazel, and when they fell on Daniel, they grew wide and appreciative.
“Welcome,” he said, with only a slight accent.
“Are we so obviously American?” Daniel asked, smiling.
The man laughed. “Just American? I’m not so uneducated. I know who you are.”
“You do?” Daniel sighed. “Isn’t there anywhere far enough away for me to escape it these days?”
“You are almost far enough here, I think. But not with me. I have to know about important men, and so I know about you.” His eyes left Daniel for the first time and flickered over to Josh. “You are here for your friend?” he asked, still speaking to Daniel as he looked Josh over with a penetrating gaze that – maybe it was just the lingering ache in Josh’s cock – seemed deeply sexual.
“I am. We’re looking for something a little bit more fun than what he happened to pack with him.”
“Of course,” the man agreed. “Let me show you what I have.”
Josh found himself blushing as item after item was pulled off the racks, each one more revealing than the last. As intimidated as Josh still was with Daniel, he had grown comfortable in his body around the older man. Daniel had a way of making Josh feel attractive and desired in a way no woman ever had. Josh liked the way Daniel dressed him to fit his tastes, even if it had taken some adjustment.
But being here with this strange man, going through clothes meant for Josh’s body at its most intimate … that was something different. He didn’t know whether he liked this.
But it was also impossible to deny that it turned him on.
And yet, none of this seemed enough for Daniel. “I want something that really shows him off,” he was explaining to the man.
The man turned his deep, almond eyes on Josh, and again Josh got the sensation that he was being unclothed by the man’s gaze. “You might have an easier time if you tried a man … with more to show off,” the storekeeper suggested, standing not by accident in a way to emphasize his own body. But he faltered as he caught sight of Daniel’s darkened expression and hurried on. “But we’ll see what we can do. He’s very fun, I’m sure.”
“Yes,” Daniel agreed, in a tone of unmistakable rebuke, “he is.” His right hand, which hadn’t left the small of Josh’s back since they had entered the store, pulled closer in with a possessive touch, and Josh’s body hummed to be against him. “The rest of it is in this row, is it?” he asked the man. “I think I can look through it myself.”
The storekeeper backed away, apologizing again and promising to send out his niece to handle the billing if they wanted to buy anything. Josh watched him go with a sense of satisfaction that was marred with an unfamiliar, lingering interest, as though the man had stirred something in Josh he didn’t want to let go.
But Josh had quite enough other things stirring inside him on this particular morning.
He jumped as he realized Daniel had said something. “Sorry, sir, what?” he asked. There it was again, that sneaky ‘sir.’ At least they were alone now.
“I said, why don’t you go wait for me in the changing room?”
Josh retreated obediently to a small stall in the corner of the store. The door swung shut behind him and he sank onto the little bench, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror.
His hand moved involuntarily back between his legs and for a moment he wondered whether he dared try for release before Daniel could notice. The urge to wrap his fingers around himself and stroke his cock to finish dominated his every movement and thought.
He had been such a normal, in control guy only a few weeks ago. How had he wound up like this?
Daniel had told him not to. Daniel had told him not to. Daniel had told him …
Josh opened his eyes and saw Daniel’s distinctive leather shoes below the gap in the door. “Yes.”
“Pass me your clothes out, please.”
It took Josh a moment to understand what Daniel was asking, and then two realizations clicked into place at once. One: they weren’t buying clothes for Josh to put on for some hypothetical evening, safely in the future and safely in a bedroom, where Daniel could enjoy the sight of Josh in objectifying clothing in the safe, structured rituals of private submissiveness. This was to wear here, now. In public. Daniel wanted him to put on a new outfit, specifically designed to ‘show him off’ and walk out of here in it onto the sidewalks of a busy city. And two: Daniel wasn’t going to let Josh see what he had picked out before Josh surrendered his current clothes. Josh would be completely helpless, standing naked in a foreign changing room, completely dependent on whatever Daniel decided to offer him to cover himself.
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