October Caption Challenge (22/31)
Zane didn’t know that Pigtown existed. He was as straight as could be, had never so much as looked at another man–aside from a few times, out of drunk curiosity, but that was different. That didn’t matter though–sometimes, Pigtown comes for you regardless.
He had been working a construction job down by the docks, adjacent to Pigtown, though he didn’t know that. All he knew was that there seemed to be a lot of queers and fags about on occasion, but they generally gave him a wide berth. All the better, really, so he didn’t have to bash their teeth in. Some in Pigtown, regarded that a worthy challenge.
Once evening, Zane worked a little longer than he usually did, the fog rolled in a bit thicker, twilight came a bit quicker, the street lights were a bit late to turn on, and he found himself lost in the streets and alleys, looking for his truck. The streets were quiet–not even cars were passing him by, for whatever reason, but for all the stillness, he couldn’t shake the sensation that he wasn’t quite alone, either. Sure enough, he could see the occasional shadow of a person following behind him at a leisurely pace, too far back to make out clearly in the mist, but close enough to give an impression, one of size and substance. Not exactly threatening, but also not…weak.
Zane picked up the pace a bit, and lost his pursuer–at least until the sizable man stepped out of the alley in front of him, sending him stumbling back in surprise. He was certainly large, wearing all of this leather gear, like the fags did on occasion around here. He also had a heavy chain in his hands, and from one end, hung a heavy metal collar. “Where do you think you’re going so quick, boy?” he asked with a grin.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble, alright? I’m just trying to find my t–” Zane said, only for the man to rush into him, wrap a gloved hand around his neck, and pin him to the brick wall behind him. He clawed at the man’s leather grip, but couldn’t get a finger loose. “Hmm…thought you’d be more fun, honestly. Rather boring. Still, I caught you fair and square–so that means you’re mine, doesn’t it?”
Then, it wasn’t the hand around his neck, but the heavy metal collar, and Zane soon discovered he was unable to disobey the man who held the other end of the chain. Right there on the misty sidewalk, he sucked the man off, and then was half dragged, half led, down the street, into Pigtown proper.
Zane never made it back to his car. He remained with his Master for a while, who trained him, and then released him back into the wilds of the streets. And then, it was time for a new hunt. Hopefully this one would give him a little bit of a challenge–these men thought they were so tough these days, but a little leather, a little metal, and they just melted in his hands, every time.