Learning His Place

"Can we find a place to talk for a bit?"  He asked

I shrugged and agreed. Then smiled, "You gonna put on some pants or keep giving everyone a show?" To emphasize my point I looked down at Brock's precum stained old jock. 

As I watched I saw the pouch begin to fill again. When I looked back to his face he smiled "Let's keep giving a show......It's not every day I can get away with being this naked in a public bar." I chuckled and looked around for a more private place. 

While I didn't mind if he wanted to parade his fine ass around in a jock, I didn't feel like dealing with the men who were sure to come drooling over that fine ass. Although if he was some big Top, I didn't really see the point of showing off his ass. 

Spying an unoccupied booth in the back, I headed there. Brock on my heels. A few guys were ogling Brock's stripped body with interest. I imagine they were picturing a bit of fun with the big stud. Well, as he was no longer being shunned, who could blame them.

Once we were seated across from each other, Uncle Joe came over, plopped two long necks down in front of us. Gave me a wink and sauntered off to hold court.

I took a long pull from my beer, sighed, then fixed my eyes on Brock. He was nervously peeling the label on his bottle. That surprised me. He has been over confident and arrogant ever sice I first saw him. This whole nervous shy thing, certainly seemed out of place.

I cleared my throat. Brock's eyes jerked up to look at me.

" You said you wanted to talk......So....What's on your mind?"

Brock visibly gulped, reddened a little, then seemed to steel himself.

"I'm a pretty big guy." He started. I nodded in agreement. Waited for him to continue. " Most guys want me to man handle them, be the Big Tough Top Guy." Okay, I could believe that." 

Most guys being smaller than me, well I just went on playing the Big Bad Top. The thought of any of those guys topping me just seemed ridiculous." I kept my silence, wondering where this conversation was leading.

Then he looked shyly at me.

" When you had me down on my belly, my face mashed into God knows what on the floor.........I was never so turned on in my life." I blinked in surprise. Brock reddened a bit. " No one has ever man handled me like that in my life......... I got hard laying there with you forcing me to submit!. The feel of your crotch pressed into my ass to keep me down.....The way you used your legs to spread mine to control me. I even got off on the pain of having my arms twisted up, taking away all of my control!"

I was speechless. Big Bad Master Brock got turned on by being man handled by scrawny old me?

He paused, peeled some more label. " I have been turned on, by thoughts of you doing that to me, ever since that day!"

I was beginning to get an inkling of where Brock was going. I brought a hand up to grab his chin. I forced him to look me in the eyes. A shiver ran through him at the way I controlled his head. His pupils were dilated, his tongue swept out to sweep his upper lip.

Softly, I growled. " What do you want, Brock? Just come out and tell me!" I asked , ordered.

He gulped again, then quietly, " Would you want to come home with me?" He reddened, " Top me?"

Now, this could have been some elaborate ruse to get me somewhere private and try to pay me back. Looking in his eyes, I thought I saw raw need looking back. Somehow I knew he was serious. The arrogant asshole had been replaced by a needy bottom boy.

I knew I was going to agree, but a malicious part of me, rose up. I was going to leave him hanging, and maybe play a head game , with Brock. He deserved it in my eyes. I sighed and let go of Brock's chin, like I wasn't really interested. " Let me think about it." Brock's face fell. " Meanwhile why don't you go get me another beer."

He brightened a bit, at least I wasn't rejecting the idea. He got up without thinking, revealing a stiff boner, pushing out that ratty old jock pouch. I guess all this talk of being forced to bottom turned him on. He paused looked down, gulped, then straightened his body. Turned and strutted to the bar, hard cock leading the way.

He got a couple of wolf whistles and some more appreciative glances. As for me, I was mesmerized by his big round. hairy ,muscle butt, moving side to side as he walked. Yeah, I wanted to be buried to the hilt in the hole hidden in those mounds.

But first I wanted to play.

Brock came back, carrying one beer. While he had been gone I slipped off one of my boots and was massaging my foot like it hurt. I got a puzzled look from Brock, as he eyed my white athletic socked foot. He kept his thoughts to himself, as he sat back across from me. swung my foot under the table to land on his jock covered crotch.He opened his mouth to speak, maybe protest, but sudden pressure on his fat balls, stilled whatever he was going to say. " So..... Let me get this right. You come into the bar. Act the total asshole. Actually lay hands on me with no cause or permission. And now you want me to take you home and fuck you?"

He opened his mouth to speak again and I shut him up by pressing harder on his balls. He winced and shut his mouth.

" Don't get me wrong, the thought has merit, but I'm not quite ready to forgive. So..... Here's what we are going to do. We are going to sit here and have a couple more beers. And I'm going keep playing with my foot in your crotch." I gave him a nasty grin. " For starters." I gave him a moment to let that sink in. 

"Then I might think of a few other embarrassing things to do to you here in this booth, where anyone might see...... Then maybe I'll take you home and give your hole the plowing you say it needs." To emphasize my point, I slipped my toes under his balls and gave his pouch a flick. He winced and his eyes went wide. He snuck a look around to see if anyone heard or saw. I gave his balls another nudge to bring his attention back to me.

"So...." I smirked, " Deal?"

His throat bobbed, like the words were stuck . He wet his lips nervously. " Ddd..eal!

I was actually a bit surprised. I thought he would think better of my games. Then an evil feeling came over me. He was giving me permission to abuse him in a public place. I promised myself not to go too far, but I wanted some payback. I grinned, " Just try to relax....and we'll see how serious you are about being a bottom tonight." He gulped and nodded his head.

Getting the go ahead, I began to nonchalantly drink my beer as my foot, alternately flicked his balls, pressed on them and massaged his very hard cock through his jockstrap. I started a regular conversation, asking about where he was from, what he did for work, etc etc. All the while I was playing with his family jewels. 

Judging from his rock hard dick he was still turned on. He answered my questions with short answers. Occassionally he would gasp or squirm if I massaged or flicked a bit too hard. He looked at me in disbelief, when I finished my beer, gave him money and told him to get us more beer. I gave his balls a warning squeeze with my foot, removed my foot and waved him away.

Once again the men in the bar, were treated to the sight of his fat hard on and fine hairy butt walking up to the bar. When he ordered the beers I saw Dave talk to him and hand him a bar towel. Brock looked back to me and spoke to Dave. Dave shook his head and insistantly held out the towel. 

I could see Brock's big shoulders heave in a sigh as he tucked the bar towel in the back of his jock. Then beers in hand, Brock walked back to our booth. As he handed me a beet and slid into the booth he opened his mouth to explain the towel. I held up my hand. I understood the rules of the bar, and knew that exposed cracks were technically a no no. City laws and all that. Hence the towel. I was surprised we got away with it as long as we did.

What did surprise me was Brock reaching under the table and pulling my foot back on his crotch. He began massaging my foot, and scooching his crotch against it. I thought about protesting but it felt good. Besides my foot was ready for my next move. I leaned forward across the table. "Lean back, scoot that hairy ass to the edge of the seat!" 

He frowned then did what I asked. I then shifted my foot so my toes were under his big nutsack. Then I pushed them in further until my big toe was between his cheeks. I wiggled it around til I could tell by feel and his face that my toe was pressing his hole.

I leaned forward and smiled. "If my sock was off, and lubed up, that big toe would likely be inside you by now." He licked his lips and smiled. " That sounds kind of hot" He said. He gasped as I wiggled my toe against his hole. I could actually feel it pulsing against my sock clad toe. Got me hot and bothered. Especially since I really wanted to play with that hole a little more than I could at the bar.

I pulled my foot away, swiveled to start putting on my boot. I turned to the questioning look on Brock's face. " I'm ready to do a little more to that fine ass, if you are serious about the whole wanting to be topped thing?" I said with a question in my voice. He scooted out of the booth and said , " Let me get dressed" then hurried off to whereever his clothes were.

When he came back, he looked sheepish. "Umm..Do you have a play room?" 

I shrugged, "Nope." 

"I do....can we go to my place....please?"

To be continued..