Call Me Sir, Boy!

Chapter One

“Bloody hell!”

Jack Bowen looked up as he heard the exclamation. If there was something raising eyebrows in this club, it had to be worth seeing. Craning his neck, he lifted himself slightly out of the low leather armchair as he tried to peer through the leather-clad press of people.

Finally, a guy wearing a set of well-worn chaps stepped to the right. Another man wearing a top to toe leather body suit moved to the left and a boy came into view.

Short brown spiky hair. Big green eyes. Nice lean lines of muscle. Can’t be more than twenty-three, maybe twenty-four.

Some strangely detached and analytical part of Jack’s brain noted down all those facts and filed them under just my type, but most of Jack was far too preoccupied with the fact the boy was stark bollock naked to care about any of those things.

As the young man continued to make his way slowly through the crowd, Jack registered other details, such as the way the boy was blushing very prettily for his audience. Jack smiled slightly to himself. Probably a Valentine’s bet, he decided, or perhaps one of the dominants who enjoyed humiliation was making a prospective submissive jump through a few hoops for his entertainment.

The younger man had black leather cuffs separately padlocked around each of his wrists and ankles just begging for someone to fasten them together and render him completely and gloriously helpless. There was no collar though…and any man who let a submissive who looked like that wander through a club full of doms without one was bloody well asking for the boy to be snatched away from right beneath his nose.

The boy came closer still. Jack let his eyes drift down the younger man’s body. The sub’s shaft was slightly hard, but his cock was nowhere near enthusiastic enough about his predicament to mark him out as an exhibitionist. If the fresh cut on his crotch, right where his skin creased between his leg and his groin, was anything to go by, he wasn’t very experienced at shaving anything other than his face either.

There wasn’t a hair to be seen anywhere on the boy’s body. If it really was his first attempt to follow a command to clear it all away, he’d done a bloody good job. Jack glanced at the cut again—figuratively as well as literally. His smile widened slightly, turning a little more crooked in the process.

Whoever the boy was subbing to was one lucky sod, and obviously destined to have a far more enjoyable Valentine’s weekend than Jack was.

Silent, bare footsteps brought the boy closer still. Jack straightened slightly in his seat as the submissive glanced in his direction and turned his steps toward him. It really didn’t seem to be just wishful thinking that hinted he might actually be the boy’s destination…

As Jack watched, completely entranced, the boy stopped directly in front of him and lowered himself silently to his knees.

Jack was just able to focus in on a flash of metal near the boy’s lips before the submissive placed his hands behind his back, bent at the waist, and leaned forward until his forehead touched the floor right between Jack’s leather boots.

Habit made Jack reach up to push his hair back out of his eyes as he stared down at him, but of course, there were no shaggy blond strands hanging forward into his eyes that night. It was all trapped under that bloody stupid baseball cap.

Jack dropped his hand back to the arm of his chair, barely able to waste more than a second wishing he’d never taken that stupid bet in the first place.

“I think he likes you.” The words came from directly to Jack’s left.

“Marcus?” Jack said.

“Yeah?”

“Go away.” Jack didn’t raise his voice. He barely even changed his tone, but he was pretty sure Marcus knew him well enough to know when he wasn’t messing around. He didn’t have any patience to deal with distractions right then.

A few seconds of silence passed during which the other dominant no doubt drained the last of his drink, and Jack finally heard Marcus leave the chair next to him.

His friend clapped him on the shoulder on the way past. “Fair enough, mate. Have fun!”

They weren’t exactly left alone. The room was still full. The boy was still gaining a hell of a lot of attention from anyone with eyes and a clear line of sight. But the men around them faded away as Jack focused in on the submissive and gave all his attention to the scene the boy was apparently offering to conduct with him.

“Straighten up. Keep your hands behind your back.”

The submissive obeyed. He sat back on his heels and squared his shoulders, but his head stayed bowed, his gaze remained lowered. It still wasn’t clear what the glint of mental hanging from his lips was.

“Look up. Look at me,” Jack ordered.

For a few seconds, the boy seemed confused by the order. It took far too long for him to obey it. By the time their gazes finally met, Jack was frowning. Pretty green eyes quickly mellowed his mood, so did the sight of the keys hanging from the ring held between the boy’s lips.

Jack's lips twisted once more into a somewhat lopsided smile. Perhaps a boy was allowed to be a little nervous about making that kind of offering to a complete stranger.

Jack held out his hand, just below the submissive’s chin. “Drop.”

The boy parted his lips just far enough to release the keys.

They fell neatly into Jack’s palm and he quickly wrapped his fingers around them. He had no doubt they would fit the locks on the submissive’s wrists and ankles perfectly.

“Good boy,” he murmured.