The man watched them shuffle off for a moment, and when they’d gotten a few yards away, he said, “Boy, I think you’d feel a lot better if you came back here and stuck around close to me.”
“Creep,” Joey muttered, but much to his surprise, Mark slipped out from under his arm, turned around, and walked back over to the stranger in leather. “Mark, what the fuck?”
Mark was just as confused as Joey was, but to his surprise, when he got closer to him, he did feel better, more clear headed. Still, he didn’t get too far, before Joey grabbed him by the hand and dragged him away, through the throng on the dance floor, and to the door. Mark relented, knowing it’s where he wanted to go, but as they went, he did feel…worse. Nauseous and dizzy, especially. They got out the door of the club, and he promptly threw up his drink from earlier on the sidewalk. “Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Maybe he put something in your drink. Come on, let’s get home. A rest will sort you out. You can crash at my place tonight.” They made it a little way down the sidewalk, but Mark felt…something building up in him, some kind of need, or desire, and unable to even explain why, he pulled away from Joey and staggered back towards the club. “Mark!” Where the fuck are you going!”
“Sorry! I…I forgot something, just wait a second,” Mark said, and ducked back into the club. He scanned the room, worried, but the man was right where they’d left him, sitting at the table now, nursing the drink Mark had abandoned. He made his way around to him, trying to keep his gut from dry heaving, but once he got within a few yards, his stomach settled, and…and he felt that same high wash over him, but this time it felt…better. Pleasant. Like a reward.
“That’s a good boy,” the man said, “You’ll feel much better, I promise, as long as you’re near me. In fact, if you try to leave me again, it’s only going to feel worse, I promise you that. Now, come on over and let me have a look at you.”
Mark walked over and stood to one side of the chair where the man was sitting, shaking slightly. “What…You did this to me, what’s wrong with me?”
“Oh, my boy, it’s not what’s wrong with you, it’s what’s very, very right about you,” the man said. He reached out to grope Mark’s crotch, but he stepped back before he could touch him. “Now, now. You want me to touch you. Having me touch you anywhere I want is going to make you feel good. Now come close and don’t step back again.”
Mark tried to keep his body from obeying, but it refused to listen to him. He came closer, and this time when the man reached out he couldn’t avoid him–but soon enough, he didn’t want to. The man’s touch, even through his clothing, was electric. “F-Fuck…” he muttered, “Please…please stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“N-No?” Mark said, and the man slid one gloved hand up his shirt and along his stomach, feeling Mark shiver.
“You’ll be addressing me as sir, from now on, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good boy. Take off your shirt.”
Mark did as he was told, and the man looked him over, surveying him. Mark was in his early thirties, and in fairly good shape, with a well developed chest and a small gut, all of it covered with a fair amount of hair. “Hmm…decent, but not quite what I want yet. Still, it’ll have to do, won’t it?”
“Mark? Mark! What the fuck?” Mark wanted to shrink smaller where he stood, as Joey hustled over to them. “You said you’d fucking forgot something!”
“Boy, that’s not nice of you to lie to your friend,” the man said, “Tell him the truth now.”
“Joey…being…being by Sir makes me feel good, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to feel sick anymore.”
“Yes, that’s right–I make you feel very good, don’t I boy?” the man said, and slid a hand around behind Mark, squeezing his ass, and making him groan.
Joey just gaped at them both. “Please, I’m sorry I can’t…I don’t know why…” Mark pleaded, “Please…help me.”
Joey, however, wasn’t listening. He turned around and abandoned him, and Mark tried to call after him, but one of Sir’s hands stroking his hard cock through his jeans made him moan instead. “Don’t worry about him boy. In fact, don’t worry about anything for a while. What you’re going to do is kneel here, beside me, while I finish your drink. I don’t usually like the fruity shit, but this one isn’t too bad. Then, we’re going to leave, together.”
Mark felt his knees buckle, and he slumped to the floor beside the man, his head level with his thighs, eyes directed under the table, cheeks burning. His display with the man and Joey had attracted quite a few eyes around the bar, but he didn’t want everyone to stare at him, he just wanted to disappear. Still, the concern ebbed a bit, after a moment, and Mark found it hard to be worried about anything happening to him. Instead, he just enjoyed the sensation of Sir petting his head while he finished the drink, and after a few minutes, he stood up, reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, and pulled out a strap of leather–a collar, Mark realized, attached to a chain leash.
“Put this on boy.”
He did as he was instructed, and then allowed Sir to slowly walk him out of the club, almost like he was enjoying the attention the display was generating–but Mark still just wanted to hide his face. No matter what happened next, he’d never be able to show his face here again. Outside, the man walked him a few blocks until they came to a sedan parked on the street–the man ordered Mark into the back seat, and they drove off into the night.
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