The First Kiss

I caught this disturbing post over at Our Lady BAM’s website and it had a Folsom Street Fair kissing scene and my name attached. She wanted me to write? GOOD GOD WOMAN! WHY? OK I’ll do anything once so here is my entry…

nothing stands between us here
and I won’t be denied
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
Sara McLachlan - Possession

The industrial music pounded in the deep blue light of the Baltimore Eagle. Brandon saw HIM in the shadows, he was tall, but not thin, broad shouldered and all out masculine and he had intelligent, aristocratic features… and that beard… God, he loved that beard. With dark hair in this bar though, it was hard to tell the exact color, it could be dark brown but maybe black. All Brandon knew was this man was THE IMAGE of a Leather Top and everything Brandon had hoped for… the black leather jacket, the epaulets, the nicely filled out black leather pants. His stance was self assured and he dripped experience from every pore, his face only vaguely discernible in the shadows, held a stern unsmiling expression.

Brandon stayed right where he was, oh, he was drawn to approach the man, but he wanted to be careful and not give the impression he was a pushy bottom. He bowed his head knowing the Top could see him there and stared at the tall Leatherman’s boots, his stomach churning… Would he notice this time? Would this be the night he finally started down the path he had spent so many days contemplating and reading about?

Brandon stood patiently and yet nothing happened, eventually he decided to order another drink from the bar behind him and turned towards the passing bartender. “Beer please!” Suddenly he heard a low, deep voice right behind his back… “Where have you been boy?” Brandon’s heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned till the speaker was in front of him. Good lord was he tall. “Sorry Sir! Did I make you wait long, Sir?”
“Yes, but I am sure you can find some way to make up for it. On your knees now!” Brandon immediately dropped there at the bar like his friend had told him to do. Hands clutched behind his back, his head bowed.
This was it, show time.

The man’s gloved hand grabbed him behind his head at the collar of his leather vest pulling him up slightly so he was barely back on his feet. Damn, he was strong too. “Follow me boy.” The stranger moved towards the side of the room far away from the noise and the crowd at the bar. Brandon stumbled along as best he could, bent far over, the mans grip and his strength, the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor. Back in the deep blue shadows the stranger dropped Brandon forcing his head down towards his boots. “I think these need your attention boy.”

Brandon’s tongue came out immediately he started by swabbing the toes of the shiny as glass black boots, the shoe polish tasting bitter and cold. His stomach knotted with worry, his clutched hands shaking. Would the man be pleased? Brandon had only been coming here for a few weeks but this guy… oh geez, this guy was the hottest Leatherman he had ever seen. Damn, his wet dreams were not this good, Brandon hoped he was doing this right, he focused on licking his tongue slowly over the arch. He remembered vaguely his friend telling him the Top would feel the warmth and movement of his tongue through the thin leather when he did that.

“So boy, what is your name?” Brandon heard the deep voice say from above. He stopped licking the boots for a second. “Brandon Sir, may I ask your name Sir?” The gloved hand grabbed the back of his collar of his vest again lifting him to his feet and forcing Brandon to look straight into the man’s eyes. Very, very, close in the man’s eyes. “Did I tell you to stop licking my boots boy?” Oh god, even his eyes were sexy, gray and piercing. Brandon could smell expensive cigars on his beard and breath. Shit, this guy could probably make him come with a look! “Uh, no Sir, sorry Sir.” The man smiled. Brandon’s heart tried to leave his chest at that moment. “For your information, my name is Rocco. But Master will do nicely. Understood boy?”

“Open up boy.” Rocco’s mouth swooped down on Brandon’s this was no gentle request for a kiss. Rocco’s whole mouth claimed his and Rocco’s tongue pressing his trembling lips demanded he open NOW. Brandon leaned into the possessing kiss and his new Master’s embrace, he knew he was a goner. Rocco backed off for a minute. “I said, open boy.” Brandon’s mouth opened as Rocco spit forcefully into it. Brandon froze shocked but, but, he sorta had wanted him to do that. Then Rocco’s firm mouth proceeded to dominate his again.

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