"Rebel, Rebel"

Paul tore off his Leather shirt and growled, "Boots off, now!" A low, snarling growl that only the boy could hear.

Paul's handsome boy knelt before him, offering Paul his shoulder for support as he removed first the right boot, then the left.

"Now the breeches, boy!" Paul growled again. "Take off the breeches."

the boy peeled Paul's breeches down past Paul's taut ass, sliding them down past His muscled thighs, and finally, over His rounded calves. Without hesitation, the boy bowed low between Paul's legs, sniffing the sweaty crotch of Paul's breeches. In response, Paul drew His thighs together, a tight grip around the boy's head.

the boy squeeled with delight. "SIR, please, SIR. Tighter, SIR. boy is Yours, SIR."

And Paul squeezed His thighs even tighter, making it nearly impossible for the boy to move, to breathe. Grabbing the boy's shirt tails, Paul pulled the boys' Leather shirt up, loosening the tight grip of His thighs to allow Him to tug the boy's shirt up past his head and armpits. The shirt bound the boy between Paul's legs.

Paul heard the boy's muffled sighs rising, and bent down to encourage further response, rubbing the boy's back from nape to buttocks over and over again. Rubbing becoming frictive stroking, and, finally, double fisted pounding on the boy's muscular back.

"SIR, I serve only you, SIR. I am your boy, SIR" the boy cried from inside the outside of his Leather shirt.

Without hesitation, Paul reached forward, separating the boy's two perfectly sculpted ass cheeks and probed inside the boy, first one finger, then two. "Let's open you up, boy," Paul said. "Let's get your asshole ready."

the boy struggled to be free from the Leather shirt, to grab at Paul's pecs, to at least hold fast to His thighs, but Paul clamped His strong legs once more around the boy's head.

Bowie blared over the loudspeaker. the boy squirmed between Paul's thighs. Men looked on from the shadow's edge in awe and ecstasy, a scene that would inspire their masturbation for months. On cue, the bartender turned to the gathering of men, and nodded to the darkness that cloaked Paul and His boy.

"SIR is going to fuck you right here," Paul growled. "Right here in this crowded bar. Get ready boy!"

Turning to the next Leathered man at the bar, the bartender smiled broadly in ignorance and approval.