Golden Boy Two-Volume Set

by Claire Thompson

  The last bit, the thickened base designed to keep the plug in place, made Johnny grunt with pain as it pressed past the tight circle of muscle at his anus. Eric pushed the button on the remote in his hands and Johnny instantly felt the vibrating whir deep inside him. It was a strange feeling. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not. Eric flicked it off as he offered Johnny a hand to rise to his feet.

  As Johnny stood, it was as if Eric had read his mind. “It doesn’t matter if you like the sensation or not. It isn’t about that. It’s to remind you,” he pressed the button, again activating the vibrating plug, “you are not in control. I am. Now go get dressed and we’ll take a stroll before it gets dark.”

  They walked over to a small park, Eric periodically engaging the vibrator, making Johnny jump a little as he moved. Despite his discomfort, the eroticism of the situation kept Johnny’s cock hard and erect, a very enticing bulge in his tight jeans. As luck would have it, George and Adam, acquaintances of theirs from DeSoto’s, approached them, out on a walk of their own. George and Adam weren’t into BDSM, at least as far as Johnny knew, but they knew Eric, or at least his reputation, and now George, a large, beefy-faced man with a big beer belly, said with a leer, “Hey there, Méndez. Out for a walk with your latest boy toy, eh? Where’s the leash? I thought you always kept your subbies on a leash, no?”

  As Johnny flushed, looking down, Eric merely smiled. “This is Johnny, my lover and my best friend. He doesn’t require a leash, George. He’s with me because he wants to be.”

  “Well, sure,” Adam agreed. “Who wouldn’t want to be? Shit, you’re Eric Méndez.”

  Johnny smiled. His lover was well known in the gay club scene, not only because he was so damn good-looking but because he was cool, always very much in control. He exuded a charisma most men and not a few women found very difficult to resist. Johnny swelled with pride and love as Eric took his hand.

  George punched Adam’s arm and it didn’t look especially playful. “Keep your dick in your pants, Adam. Remember who pays your rent.” Adam swallowed, grabbing his arm. “Well, see ya around, boys.” George said, his expression sour. Johnny was glad to see them go.

  “How ’bout a shower and sleep?” Eric said. Johnny nodded, thinking about what George had said despite himself. Eric’s “latest boy toy”. Johnny had learned over the past few months, from some oblique comments Eric himself had made, but mostly from overheard remarks and comments at clubs, that Eric had very much played the scene before Johnny had come along. How long before he tired of Johnny? How long before he went seeking another “boy toy”?

  Though Eric continued to reassure him that it wasn’t an issue, how long before Eric got bored with him? Sophisticated, bilingual, a fantastic cook, a professional with his own practice and a master’s in psychology, devastatingly handsome by anyone’s terms—how long could a mechanic from Brooklyn keep the interest of a man like that?

  “Penny for your thoughts,” Eric said softly. They were just at the door of Eric’s apartment building.

  “Oh,” Johnny said, looking away. “Nothing. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all really.”

  Later as they lay in bed, the moon shining silver over their sheet-clad bodies, Eric asked, “So how was your lunch with Billy? You never said.”

  “It was—good. Yeah, it was good. Because we actually talked about some real stuff. It was really good to see him again too. I miss him and his wife Sandy. I love their kids. I’m going this Saturday to see them.”

  “Oh,” Eric answered. “You are? Just you?”

  Johnny swallowed. It honestly hadn’t occurred to him to think of bringing Eric. Had he expected to be invited? Now that Johnny thought about it, if it had been a girlfriend instead of a gay lover, wouldn’t Billy have naturally extended the invitation? But he hadn’t and Johnny hadn’t asked. “Oh Eric. You aren’t hurt, are you? I mean, of course I’d love to have you meet them. I guess I’m just not ready yet to, uh, bring you home.”

  “Hey, no big deal. Really. I’ll meet your brother and his wife someday, I’m sure. And you’ll meet my family. The whole crazy lot of them. In fact, my sister is coming up from North Carolina next month. She’ll love you. I know it. Meanwhile, you go see Billy and Sandy, get your bearings again, see what’s what. Actually I have a little surprise of my own.”

  Relieved at how Eric seemed to be taking it, Johnny snuggled against him. “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “My old friend Michael is coming into town next week. He used to live in the city before he was transferred out to Chicago for his work. He still comes through from time to time, to hang out at DeSoto’s and pick up unsuspecting little gay boys to take home and tie up for his perverted pleasure.”

  Johnny sat up. “So he’s in the scene? But he’s Dom, right?”

  “He’s what you’d call a switch actually. He can play either side of the field. He can be very submissive when he’s with the right man.”

  Johnny felt a little clutch of jealousy slip around his heart like a noose. “The right man. Were you the right man?”

  Eric laughed. “If I was, you silly boy, it was a hundred years ago. We’re just friends now. In fact, I told him about you. He’s interested in seeing you put through your paces as a matter of fact. I was thinking it might be the perfect precursor to our visit to The Cavern. A little one-on-one practice before the big game, if you will.”

  Johnny was silent, digesting the idea. He wasn’t sure how he felt about having one of Eric’s old lovers involved in a scene. Eric must have sensed his concerns because he said, “Michael is just a friend, Johnny. Don’t you know yet how much I love you?”

  Johnny nodded, knowing he was being ridiculous. Softly he said, “Would it please you for me to submit in front of him?”

  “Yes, it would. I want to show Michael, I want to show the whole world you belong to me. That I own you and you will do anything to please me. Of course, the beautiful twist here is, I only want that if you do. So it’s up to you. But know this, Johnny. If he does come to watch us, you will submit to him as well as to me. I’m not sure what form that submission will take. We’ll wait and see what feels right between the three of us. What I mean is, if you decide to submit, your heart must be in it. I won’t have you embarrassing us both by backing out the moment it becomes difficult for you. You’ll need to have faith in yourself and complete trust in me.

  “You don’t have to decide tonight either. You sleep on it and we’ll discuss it tomorrow. I’ll tell you this, if you do decide this is something you want, you’re guaranteed a wild ride! Michael is very inventive and deliciously sadistic. He’ll come up with ways to make you suffer that will knock your socks off. That is, if he permits any socks, which I doubt.” Eric laughed, adding, “But seriously, he’s very hot. He knows what he’s doing and he knows you belong to me. That’s the most important thing.”

  Eric kissed Johnny lightly, his fingers caressing the chain around Johnny’s neck before moving down to the rings at his nipples. “You do belong to me, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Johnny said, closing his eyes. “Completely.”

  Chapter 4

  Johnny stood back, staring at the painting he’d just hung, his head tilted in concentration. Just a little too high. As he moved to lift the frame from its hook his cell phone rang.

  Slipping the phone from his pants pocket, he saw the name he loved best scroll by—Eric Méndez. Johnny was alone in the gallery—the owner having gone to buy a sandwich at the nearby deli. Sandra Flanders of Flanders Contemporary Art Gallery trusted Johnny, which made him feel good. In the three months he’d been working for her, she’d given him more and more responsibility. This was his first exhibit. She’d given him free rein to set up the Albert Miller show—a rising artist in the thriving New York art scene. This was Miller’s first solo exhibit and Johnny appreciated the trust and honor Sandra had accorded him by allowing him to arrange the display to show the paintings at their best.

  “You have a gift, Johnny,” Sandr
a had told him as she watched him make some changes to an earlier exhibit she hadn’t been satisfied with. “I really like what you do with space. You have a unique eye.” Johnny had been thrilled when Eric had spoken to a friend of a friend, getting Johnny an interview with this exclusive gallery in SoHo.

  “But you got yourself the job, Johnny. Don’t forget that,” Eric had told him when he’d tried to give Eric all the credit.

  Johnny answered his phone. “Hello?”

  “Hi there. Just wanted to let you know. I got a call from Michael. He’s coming in town Friday, a day earlier than expected. That’s actually good, since you have your family thing Saturday. Gives you two a chance to get acquainted sooner. We’ll invite him for dinner.”

  “Oh,” Johnny said, suddenly unsure what he felt.

  “Second thoughts, slave boy?” Eric laughed.

  “Yes, and third and fourth,” Johnny retorted.

  “Hey, that’s okay. Thinking is good. Seriously though, we can talk tonight when you get home about how you want to experience this time with Michael. We’ll need to let him know if you’re going to be there as our boy toy or just as my lover. He’s very cool about boundaries. He’ll respect your decision.”

  As he slid the phone back into his pocket, he thought about Eric’s words. “…our boy toy or just as my lover…” Either way, he belonged to Eric. Yes, he was nervous at the thought of submitting in front of and to another man! But Eric seemed excited by the idea and proud of Johnny, which made him feel warm and special. And, if he were honest, the picture Eric had shown him of his old friend Michael was super hot.

  The photo was taken on a beach. Michael was clad only in a very tight bikini bathing suit that left little to the imagination. He was tall and blond like Johnny, but his hair was long, falling past his shoulders in golden waves. He had dark blue eyes and a lush, sensuous mouth. He was saved from being pretty by his crooked nose, broken, Eric told Johnny, several times during his days of ice hockey in college. Though he had been twenty-eight at the time of the picture, his body was still hard, the abs flat, the shoulders broad. Johnny could see why Eric had found him attractive. Maybe he still had a secret yearning for the man? Maybe this reunion would remind him of what he’d lost?

  Stop it, you dope. Johnny didn’t like feeling jealous. It was an entirely new sensation, as he’d never cared enough about anyone before to experience the emotion. He’d once had a girlfriend who’d gone out of her way to make him jealous, always hanging on the arm of other guys at parties, implying she would rather be with them. He’d finally told her to go ahead.

  How would he feel watching Eric and this man together? Was he secure enough in his own feelings to handle it if they decided to play? He’d been around the scene long enough now to know a little sexual play was to be expected along with any D/s games. Indeed, Eric had been quite clear he expected Johnny to service and please them both. While he was excited at the prospect, he was nervous as well.

  Sandra came back into the gallery, distracting Johnny from his thoughts. He finished the hanging and helped her to close. “Do you mind if I take tomorrow afternoon off?” he asked on a whim. “We’ve got a friend coming in from out of town and I wanted to get ready.”

  “No problemo,” Sandra said. “We’re ready to go with the exhibit. I was thinking of closing early anyway because my sister’s in town.”

  Johnny nodded his thanks and said good night. He guessed he’d made his decision without realizing it. He was taking the afternoon off to get ready for Eric’s ex-lover. A thrill of anticipation shot through his loins. Instead of taking the subway, he walked in long, sure strides down the long city blocks to Eric’s, no, to their apartment, eager to tell his lover his decision.

  ~*~

  Eric wanted Johnny to have fun, but he also wanted to use the visit as an experiment—to see how ready Johnny was to submit in front of and for others. If he balked over one man, Eric would know they weren’t ready for the challenge of The Cavern. He didn’t tell Johnny the weekend would be a test, but he hoped Johnny would pass it just the same.

  Johnny stood in the large shower, his arms over his head, his legs spread apart. Eric knelt at his feet, carefully shaving his pubic area. He used baby oil and a very sharp four-bladed razor to shave Johnny’s skin as smooth as a baby’s. Johnny had balked at first, claiming it was inappropriate for his “master” to kneel before him and groom him.

  “This is what I want to do, therefore it’s appropriate,” Eric had told him. “I think it’s sexy to shave your balls. All you have to do is stand there like a good little slave boy and be glad I’m not shaving your chest and underarms as well. Michael likes his boys completely smooth. But you’re not his boy—you’re mine.”

  Eric would never shave the sexy dark blond chest hair that curled over Johnny’s sternum in a V, tapering down his belly to his cock. He liked Johnny’s masculine hairy chest but had to admit he shared Michael’s penchant for his subs to have shaved pubes. And it was more than just the submissive act of denuding the flesh. He liked to use a crop on the freshly shaven balls, the leather slap echoing against delicate bare skin. He knew it hurt more than skin protected by coarse pubic hair. He liked the idea of heightening the experience for his slave.

  He caressed Johnny’s balls, gripping them in one hand as he slid oily fingers over his erect shaft. As he massaged his lover’s cock, Eric said, “You won’t come tonight. You’re going to save it for Michael.” He felt Johnny’s cock harden under his hand and he smiled.

  ~*~

  Black leather boots, the toes blunt and square, appeared in Johnny’s line of vision. He was on his knees, his wrists cuffed behind him, his legs spread wide to show off his bound cock, wrapped around its base with thin, fine rope that forced it up and out. His nipple rings were pulled taut by the gold chain he now held in his teeth.

  Johnny’s heart was pounding. He hoped his nerves didn’t betray him as he knelt up, eyes down as he’d been ordered, his nipples aching and tingling with desire, his cock straining in its rope prison.

  “He’s fucking gorgeous.” The voice was raspy, a husky baritone. Johnny had to use all his self-control not to look up into the face of the man who wore those big, black boots.

  Johnny had waited in this uncomfortable position as Eric had answered the door, buzzing his friend in before turning to remind Johnny one more time, “You won’t move until I tell you to. You won’t look up. You won’t speak. You are my bound, naked object. If you move, I’ll whip you with the single tail. You wouldn’t like that, would you, slave?”

  Johnny, keeping his eyes down, shook his head, but his cock bobbed lewdly in its restraints. Though he still couldn’t understand why, even though the single tail lash really hurt, much more than a flogger or whip, he seemed to get hardest of all when Eric used it on his ass, raising wicked welts of fire that left marks for days. He came harder too when Eric’s hot mouth would kiss away the pain of the lash, making him forget the sting as he dissolved into pure pleasure. Yet he didn’t want to be lashed in front of the ex-lover. He wanted to show them both what a well-trained submissive he was. Or hoped he was. He knew tonight was a test, though Eric hadn’t explicitly said so. He wanted to do more than pass it, he wanted to ace it!

  As the two friends embraced in front of him, he waited in what he hoped was proper submissive fashion, his eyes downcast, the chain still held obediently in his mouth. The boots appeared and now one lifted, the toe gently nudging his testicles. Johnny resisted the natural urge to close his legs, to protect his jewels. Eric had said the man was quite sadistic, but surely Eric wouldn’t allow anything dangerous.

  The boot was withdrawn. “You’ve trained him reasonably well,” Michael announced. “He did flinch a bit, but at least he didn’t try to close his legs or get away. How long have you had him?”

  “Johnny and I have been lovers since late September,” Eric responded.

  “Does he give good head?”

  “When he’s relaxed he does. I’m not
sure how he’d do on someone of your, er, stature.”

  Johnny heard Michael laugh, a big-bellied laugh. “My stature, eh? As I recall it was a bit hard for you to take, lover boy. We’ll have to put this one through his paces, eh? See if he’s up to the task, eh?”

  “We’ll see,” Eric said noncommittally. “For now, how about a drink? Are you hungry? I have a lasagna baking in the oven. It should be just about done.”

  “Ah, that’s what smells so delicious! I’m starving. Do you let the slut eat at the table with you? Or does he get a doggie bowl on the floor?”

  “Johnny will eat with us.” Eric knelt down, gently taking the chain from Johnny’s mouth. He kissed Johnny’s cheek as he unwound the rope from his cock. Reaching around behind him, he released the clip that held Johnny’s cuffed wrists together.

  “Go get dressed, sweetheart. That was a very impressive display of submission. I’m so proud of you. Come to the kitchen when you’re ready. I’ll introduce you properly and we’ll have dinner.” Softly into Johnny’s ear he added, “Don’t let him put you off. He likes to act the big heavy Dom, but he’s a pussycat at heart.”

  ~*~

  Michael was even better-looking in person than his photo depicted. His hair wasn’t as long now, falling just to his shoulders, a dark strawberry blond. About three days of growth on his face gave him a rough, sexy look. Johnny kept glancing at Eric to see if he was gazing with longing toward his old lover, but Eric seemed more focused on the food and on being a good host. “Have some more salad, Michael,” he said, passing the large wooden bowl filled with fresh greens. “And Johnny, you’ve barely touched your lasagna. Did I put too much cheese, do you think?”