"How old do you judge him, Dean?" I asked the guy. 'Sir, I'm sorry, but underage boys are not allowed into the Silver Stud." They remained like that for a few seconds before the guy turned to me and lowered his eyes. Eventually he and Jason looked each other in the eyes, just like two cocky jocks in a standoff. That dragon had the guy's dick in one claw, like he was wanking the guy, while the other claw was cupping the guy's nuts as if ready to crunch it if the guy does not co-operate.ĭean looked at Jason, scanning him up and down, like he was trying to undress Jason with his eyes. I have once seen a similar tattoo on the internet and wondered if Dean could be the guy in that pic. The claws went in under the low cut leather pants and the tail was curled around his left hip, just above the hip bone and onto his left glutes. The expression on the dragon's face was that of a warning not to get to close. The dragon tattoo covered his whole lover abb area from just under his bellybutton. The most obvious on his stunning body was a tattoo of a dragon in black, turquoise and red. Around his neck he had a thick shining silver slave collar with the name Dean engraved in large Roman letters and around his wrists he had matching wrist cuffs.
The front of the pants was cut very low so that the root of his cock, encircled by a shining silver cock and ball ring, was sticking out. He was dressed in a posing pants made of soft black leather held in place by thongs knotted on the sides. He was about 20 years old, very short blond hair and well-muscled like a young bodybuilder. It's only the guy behind the counter that does not belong in the reception area of a lawyer's office. The foyer looked like the reception area of an upper-class lawyer's office, dark wooden counter, four antique chairs and thick carpets.
It was Saturday night and both Jason and my first time in a place like that.
"Good evening Sir." The guy behind the counter welcomed us.