They were a contrasting pair: Brogan and Majesty. Majesty pranced proudly without the need of a leash to keep him at heel, his coat shining in the afternoon sun. Brogan skulked by his Master’s side, shivering with nerves, his back coated in sweat.
Passers by noticed the pair and clicked pictures or commented to one another.
Brogan was ashamed at his behavior at the door and the red hand print that shone out on his backside displayed what means were necessary to get him moving. He had balked and tug at his lead, horrified at the prospect of going outside with his Master.
Puppy play was indoors only, wasn’t it? And now here he was, groveling at his grinning Master’s side through a public park full of gawking onlookers. Would it never end? Would they never get home?
Hooray for awful, sketchy people in the background! There were going to be more people and a park scene. Screw that.
The colors surprised me this time around. I think I actually prefer the stark shadows to the gradient shadows I used previously. The boy’s face is not really what I was hoping for, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t spend a lot of time nitpicking.
A muffled cough issued from Colin’s gagged mouth. His throat was dry and his body ached from the awkward position the metal frame contorted him into. A cool breeze brushed against the naked skin of his buttocks, making his sphincter tighten reflexively. This only brought another groan from the boy, as his ass was still tender and still caked with the drying remains of an afternoon spent in the service of others.
It had been an awesome summer job. All the teens in the area vied for a chance to be hired on at the Château de Silling Country Club as caddies to the wealthy crowd that regularly visited it’s greens. A well-spoken caddy could easily earn triple his weekly salary in tips alone on a single set of nine holes, which was why Colin paraded into the streets celebrating after receiving his job offer.
Colin did fairly well for himself, putting away more money than he had imagined in the first week alone. Of course, a large portion of that income was based on the fact that Colin was a merciless cocktease. He recognized several of his regular clients were more than just interested in a game of golf by the way they eyed him and the youth thought this to be a marvelous opportunity to milk some extra cash out of them.
With sly glances, mildly compromising positions when setting up tee-offs, and a barrage of other attacks, Colin kept them coming back for more. It was like the veritable goose that laid the golden eggs. But this goose was about to be cooked. It all came to pieces on the seventh hole, the farthest point from the clubhouse, with Misters Burke and Hare.
Mister Burke was having abysmal luck that afternoon, a fact that Mister Hare enjoyed taunting him over to no end. Casting his nine-iron aside, Mister Burke turned to Colin, who was leaning leisurely against the golfcart containing the two men’s clubs, waiting should he be needed.
"Colin, fetch the new club. It’s time to try it out." He called, exchanging a wicked grin with Mister Hare.
The ‘new club’ was still shielded by a protective cover that Mister Burke had forbidden Colin to remove when they were preparing to set out for the afternoon. More than a little curious, Colin hopped to the chance to sate his snoopiness. No sooner had he pulled the cover off than his inquisitiveness died and he cast a nervous glance at the gentleman.
"What… ?" He asked, pulling the ‘club’ free from the golf bag. It was some sort of manacle affixed to a long metal bar with another manacle at the opposite end. "I don’t think this is regulation legal." The youth joked apprehensively.
"For you, dear boy." Mister Hare chimed in. "We’ve invested a great deal of money in you in the past. It’s time you finally paid up."
You voted for bondage, now you get some. Aren’t I the benevolent dictator?
The golf idea for the story was a late comer. Had it been suggested sooner I would have drawn the scene on a putting green with the flag sticking out of Colin’s ass. I’m just pleased I managed to finally finishing something. My graveyard folder is getting rather full from the last few weeks’ failures.
Incentives are important for getting the best out of your employees. It is therefore even more beneficial to have that incentive be another employee.
Reblogged, because mine. And because the name “AGentlemanMaster” sounds posh.