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Gregory laughed. "I'm sure he hated every minute of it. Still, he's a pretty package."

"I like it," Tobias said with another quick grin. "You're here alone?"

"Heavens, no! Martin is fetching my drink; I expect he's having some trouble, as I've switched off my usual without telling the bar." He gave Tobias a wicked grin. "I have a new cat to try out."

Tobias glanced over to the bar and tried to pick out Gregory's boy. There was only one sub without a Master by his side, and he was pointing to a bottle on the wall. Even from where he sat Tobias could admire the bar layout, with all the non-alcoholic mixes on one side and the spirits on the other. Martin's shoulders suddenly sagged and the bartender picked out a white bottle.

"Coconut? God, tell me you're not going tropical on us?"

Gregory shrugged. "It was a cold winter."

Martin turned slightly and Tobias stared. "Is that a steel plug?"

"Ah, yes, something new we've just got in. You like?"

Tobias shrugged, one hand playing over Noah's shoulders. "I've got a fondness for glass, at the moment."

"Oh, nice," Gregory approved. "Here he comes."

Martin walked toward them, going to his knees and shuffling the last five feet, his eyes down and the glass carefully held up for his Master. Gregory took it without a word, but once he'd put it on the table he favored Martin with a deep kiss, one hand going to the boy's crotch to fondle him.

Tobias caught movement out of the corner of his eye as Noah reached forward and gave his cock a couple of quick hard tugs. Apparently Noah's nerves were making it difficult to maintain his erection with his thoughts alone. He seemed to settle quite a bit, however, as Martin joined them at the table; a lead to follow, another boy to take cues from, perhaps.

"Gregory." A tall man in black leather stopped alongside their table and offered his hand to Gregory. A Frenchman by the look of him -- something about the way he stood and the full day's shadow on his chin gave him away. He had a submissive with him, Tobias noted, following the lead he held loosely in his fingers to a boy on his hands and knees behind him. From his angle, the boy appeared to be completely naked apart from his thick collar, and he was sporting the marks of a recent flogging on his shoulders and ass.

"It is a pleasure to see you," the man added, speaking carefully and with a thick French accent as he shook Gregory's hand.

"And you," Gregory said with a smile. "Jean-Pierre, have you met Tobias? He's over from America and has kindly graced us. Please, sit!"

"Ah, no," Jean-Pierre turned to Tobias and shook his hand as well. "It is a pleasure. America, you say?

How long will you be visiting?" He moved past Tobias and took a seat at the table. His boy crawled to Jean-Pierre's feet and lowered his head and elbows to the floor. This time Tobias got a good view of the
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wide black base of the plug in the boy's ass and the metal cage locked around his cock and balls.

It was beginning to look like Noah was decidedly under-decorated.

"Just the week," Tobias said to Jean-Pierre. "So we're doing as much as we can fit in." He leaned back in his chair and rested a hand on Noah's shoulder for a moment, squeezing it gently. "Mostly sightseeing and shopping so far, however. Oh, and enjoying a great deal of food, as well."

"This is good. There is much to see in the city." Jean-Pierre leaned over and removed his boy's lead. He ordered him to the bar in a curt manner and the boy crawled away, never standing all the way there.

"This is Michel, he is, how do you say... punished, yes? Punished this evening. He is often more light, you see? But not tonight."

He looked down at Noah and tilted his head to the side, perusing Noah's body slowly with his eyes.

"And your boy, he has nice cock, yes? He is good boy?"

Tobias smiled. "He's a good boy," he said easily. "Sometimes too good -- punishment is rare, and I usually flog him simply because I want to. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he added with a wry grin. He tugged on Noah's harness and said, "Show off for us, pet. Let the Master take a better look at you."

Noah stood, raising himself tall. His posture, as ever, was perfect -- head high, chin level and eyes low, and his forearms were clasped neatly at his lower back. He even arched slightly, which was a nice touch, showing off his erection and his muscular thighs.

Jean-Pierre was duly impressed, and Tobias felt his chest fill proudly. The man looked Noah over critically, standing to get the view from behind as well. "He is beautiful, yes. Very nice. Where do you find these two, Gregory? His trousers must be your work, yes?"

"Andre fit them, from my work," Gregory said. "Really, Tobias, let the boy kneel, he's far too tempting."

Tobias grinned and pointed to the floor, stroking Noah's hair when he was settled. "My apologies," he said, blatantly unapologetic.

Gregory snorted and looked at Jean-Pierre. "I found Tobias a decade ago in a bar somewhat like this,"

he began expansively.

Tobias laughed and picked up his crop. "Stop right there."

With a grin, Gregory sat back in his chair, his legs spreading as he tugged Martin to kneel between them.

He didn't appear to pay any attention as Martin began to nuzzle his balls through his trousers. "We could talk about how Jean-Pierre found me."

"Oui,oui , I could do that." Jean-Pierre grinned at Gregory and then looked at Tobias. "I was looking for a designer for a leather, eh, hangs from ceiling..." The man waved his hand slightly over his head.

"Sling," Gregory said helpfully.

"Sling, yes," he repeated for Tobias, his voice as rich as his accent.

"Total deprivation suspension," Gregory clarified further.

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"Yes, just so. Exactly. I was turned away from two different shops in the city because what I want was complicated, yes? Specific. But Gregory, he said no problem. It is a very nice piece. I insist on trying these things myself before I use them on the boy, and so when I went to pick it up, Gregory," he glanced at Gregory again. "He very kindly tied me up."

When he looked back at Tobias, he was still grinning, but he leaned over and spoke more quietly. "It was not the experience I expected it to be, you know? Gregory give me the full treatment, so to say, yes?

He is lucky I did not kill him after."

Michel returned with Jean-Pierre's drink, crawling to his feet. Jean-Pierre took the glass and then pointed at the floor, and the boy sat on his heels, then folded forward with his forearms and forehead flat on the floor. Jean-Pierre leaned over and whispered something in French and then stroked a hand lightly from the boy's hair down to his rump where he gave the plug a twist and a push. Michel moaned.

Noah, for his part, seemed as if he were ignoring the conversation and the other boys completely.

Tobias grinned at Gregory and tugged at Noah's hair. "You're either very brave or foolish. Not that Jean-Pierre seems to mind, in hindsight." He bent over and stroked Noah's face. "Fetch me some water, pet."

Noah stood and gave Tobias a small nod, then made his way across the room to the bar. To his credit, he didn't rush, and he didn't look back at the heads that turned while he waited his turn.

"Ah, no. Gregory and I occasionally keep each other sharp, now." Jean-Pierre looked over at Gregory and grinned.

Tobias had his ears on Jean-Pierre but his eyes on Noah as his boy pointed to a bottle of spring water on a shelf behind the bar.

"No one will touch him," Gregory said, one hand lying flat on the table. The other he tangled in Martin's hair as the boy continued to tease him.

"I know," Tobias said with a nod. "But I like to watch him." He glanced at Jean-Pierre and shrugged one shoulder. "It's hard not to." He looked back and watched as the bartender gave Noah a glass full of ice and the bottle of water. "You two really play with each other?"

"Of course!" Gregory said happily. The hand on the table flexed suddenly, and he moaned. "That's it, boy. A little more and I'll let you suck it."

Tobias rolled his eyes and watched Noah come back to him, his gaze going first to Noah's erection.

"He is lovely to watch, yes." Jean-Pierre was definitely watching, and Tobias noted that he kept his eyes on Noah while the boy set the glass down, filled it from the bottle and then knelt once again next to Tobias' chair. "Lovely." Jean-Pierre sipped his drink again.

"You have a collection of admirers, pet," Tobias said as he picked up his glass. "Well, one or two, anyway. I'm sure that when Martin is allowed to actually look at you he'll be added to the count."

Gregory laughed, the sound tight. His face was beginning to flush and his hand was flexing rhythmically.

"Martin will adore him. Just not yet."

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"Oh, don't let us interrupt. Happy to watch, aren't we, Jean-Pierre?"

Jean-Pierre laughed. "Just so, Martin has excellent skill, Gregory tells me." He finished his drink and sent Michel off for another. "You belong to club like this in America?"

The Frenchman turned his head at a deep grunting sound and Tobias followed his gaze. Not five feet away, a man had his sub bent over a table and was going at him hard. "Seems a bit early in the evening for that, no?"

Tobias made a show of looking at his watch. "It is, actually." He watched the pair for a moment, taking in the sub's obvious pleasure at being so used and turned back to Gregory. "I think I'd rather watch Gregory getting his cock sucked, though."

It wasn't so much the watching, or even the fact that Gregory was someone he knew and the other pair were strangers; the look in thesubmissive's eyes reminded him too much of how Noah had been when Tobias had taken him in the parking lot. It made his prick fill, made him want. So he watched Gregory instead.

Noah remained quiet but leaned his head into Tobias' fingers a bit more as Michel returned with his Master's drink.

"Indeed.Oui ," Jean-Pierre nodded. He accepted his drink from Michel. "Do you want to watch them, boy?" he asked, but the boy hesitated before answering. "Tell me the truth, I will not punish you for the answer, my darling."

Michel looked uncertain but nodded his head yes.

"You have been good boy tonight. You kneel here, and you watch Martin, yes? Is good." He gave Michel a pat on the rump and then the boy knelt, raising his eyes to Martin but no farther.

"An audience, boy," Gregory said, the hand in Martin's hair tightening. "Just the way you like it."

Martin moaned, loud enough that Tobias could hear him over the noise of the bar. His head nodded, curls bobbing as he moved. Tobias could see that he'd managed to soak the front of Gregory's pants, the fabric clinging to a hard erection.

"Good little slut," Gregory said. "All right, then. Take it out and show them what you can do."

Martin moaned again, his own hips jerking. The light glinted off the steel plug in his ass, and Tobias shifted in his chair, his legs spreading a little more.

Gregory's pants were opened in haste, his cock springing free and into Martin's fingers. The boy made a happy sound and immediately began licking it, his head twisting and turning so everyone watching could get a good look at both Gregory's dick and the way Martin's tongue flicked over it.

Gregory grinned and looked down, watching as Martin took him into his mouth. "That's it," he murmured. "Suck it."

Tobias suddenly realized he was holding onto Noah's hair a little more firmly than was strictly necessary and looked down at his boy.

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Noah wasn't watching, his eyes were studiously downcast. He wasn't touching himself either at the moment; there was no need. His erection stood rigidly out from his body and was a warm shade of red.

It strained enthusiastically against the laces of his chaps.

Michel made a sound and pressed his palm against his caged cock. Jean-Pierre made no effort to stop him -- his eyes were on Gregory's cock and Martin's busy tongue. He, too, shifted a bit in his seat, leaning back a bit farther and uncrossing his legs.

"You've got them hard, little one," Gregory told Martin. He was a little breathless, his hand kneading the table top.

Martin moaned again, his own knees spreading as he really set to work, taking Gregory deeper into his mouth.

"God, yes," Gregory groaned, his hand finally going to Martin's head along with the other. "Such a mouth..."

Tobias doubted that Martin was as good as Noah, but Gregory was certainly enjoying it. The man was starting to push into his boy's mouth, his cock slick with Martin's spit, shiny and wet, the head a dusky color they could all see every time Martin pulled back to show it off.

Tobias adjusted his own erection, not in the least ashamed to be watching. He noted the way Martin licked at the beads of pre-come Gregory produced, the way the boy's body shuddered each time. If Martin wasn't careful, he'd be getting punished for shooting without permission.

Michel whimpered and Jean-Pierre frowned. "No, my darling," he said, reaching down to pull the boy's hand away from the cage that prevented him from getting hard. "You are being punished tonight, yes?

Hands behind your back."

Michel clasped his hands behind his back, making him look a lot like Noah, who was in much the same position. Behind them, the man fucking his submissive came loudly to the applause of a small but admiring crowd.

Tobias slipped his hand across Noah's shoulders, suddenly feeling like there was far too little contact between them. He watched as Martin played with Gregory's balls and circled the swollen head of the now fiercely hard erection. Leaning over to whisper in Noah's ear, he said, "You're better, pet."