1 comments/ 35582 views/ 4 favorites Young Buck Ch. 01 By: Scorpionic She sat in the bar, apparently reading her book and sipping coffee, but really she sat people watching. The evening was drawing in and the bar was turning from a quiet daytime haven into a busy social hot-spot. She considered leaving soon, since the attractive barman she had been watching for the last hour had obviously finished his shift and left for the day. She made a mental note for future reference and drained the last of her coffee. Then she saw him. In through the door swept an interesting prospect -- an over stylised, cocky looking young man, hair messy on purpose, clothes obviously carefully chosen, aftershave wafting after him, with a clear purpose about him - not stunningly attractive, but quite lean and presentable. She beckoned over to a nearby waitress and asked for a mineral water. She watched him sidle up to the bar and exchange words with the pretty blonde barmaid -- although his eyes didn't move from the girl's chest once during his exchange. The Huntress pulled a neat leather bound note book from her bag and began to take notes. -0- He had hurried to catch the tube but had taken too long getting ready and was already 20 minutes late. As he sat at the bar he thought to himself how wonderful those breasts would look from beyond the tight little black top the bar-maid was wearing. Checking his watch he tried to relax and settle, hoping he hadn't missed his chance. The young buck had a date - one of many! He had found this one on an Internet chat site. She lived within a few miles, but not so close as to cause him any problems if she got all needy. She was pretty enough for him to want to fuck her and didn't seem overly clever. He knew he would be in with a good chance of getting his leg over tonight. He had spent the last few nights sweet talking this Plain Jane and knew he could do more or less whatever he wanted with her, as long as she turned up. Each time the door opened he looked across to see if it might be her. -0- The Huntress remained in her seat, occasionally sipping at the water, watching his every move. He seemed a little agitated -- perhaps nervous. A first date, perhaps? Still he eyed the blonde barmaid with hungry eyes and fidgeted in his seat more than would be normal. Ah, he's a clock-watcher too! She observed as he repeatedly checked his watch. He's growing impatient... but for what? She did not know. -0- He had grown warm in the comfort of the bar and decided to remove his jacket. The barmaid moved away from him, feeling unsettled by his constant stares. Checking his watch again, he realised it was now well over thirty minutes since the time he had arranged to meet Plain Jane. He was getting a little annoyed. She wasn't really worth all this effort but he wanted sex! He decided to give her another fifteen minutes. -0- As he peeled away his jacket, The Huntress, noticed the triangular shape of his torso. He was tall and fairly slim but had nice broad shoulders. She wondered whether he would be hairy or smooth, although she suspected he would be privately well groomed if his outward appearance was anything to go by. Suddenly, his phone beeped and she watched him look at the screen, then bang the phone down on the bar. He looked rather pissed off. -0- Flapping one of his hands in the air to attract the attention of a less attractive, red-headed, barmaid he ordered a large whisky. That bitch, Plain Jane, had cried off! How bloody dare she?! His chances for sex, tonight, had rapidly reduced to zero. He was gutted. He downed the drink in one and worked his way through the contact list in his phone for suitable alternatives. Most of his mates were away on holiday with their partners and he had run dry his short list of fuck-buddies recently. It started to dawn on him that, realistically, he was at a loss. He really should take more care and effort when trying to satiate his own sexual hungers. "With the compliments of the lady, sir." Said a dark haired waitress as she gestured across the bar. He looked around and saw a rather pretty woman looking in his direction. She was sat with two female friends. His luck might well just have changed. He raised the glass of whisky as a toast gesture, but the pretty woman looked straight through him. He realised she was smiling towards another of her friends who was at the bar beside him. Puzzled now, he looked around the bar, wondering who had bought him the drink. Two businessmen sat huddled around a laptop -- no, it wasn't them. A rather non-descript woman sat writing something in a book -- no, it can't be her. A couple of students sipping on shandy -- no, it can't have been them. He was confused. He looked for the waitress but she was gone. -0- The Huntress had noticed his efforts to locate who had bought him the drink and had, purposefully, ignored him. Continuing to write her short notes about him she considered if he would be worthwhile sport for the evening and possibly beyond. She watched him walk towards the toilets and requested for the waitress keep an eye on her things. Following his direction, she made her way to the door marked "Gents" and moved inside. Standing at the urinal, he was glad to see they were clean and the room was empty. He always felt a little unnerved having to get his tackle out in the full view of other men. He heard the door swing open behind him and hoped his stream of piss would hurry up so he could put himself away before the bloke entering stood beside him. She moved in behind him and pressed up against his right hand side. He flinched and jumped back, his stream of urine splashing against the side of the trough. Startled, he realised the non-descript woman was standing beside him. "Whhhhaaat... the... fuuuuck!" He uttered. Before he could argue she had taken hold of his cock and put a strong arm around his waist. His stream of piss faltered and spluttered. "Carry on....and finish!" She commanded. He was stunned and felt like the proverbial rabbit in head-lights. He wanted to baulk and push away from this woman. Who the hell was she? What the fuck did she think she was doing? But she had hold of his cock! Her hand was firm and strong. Her body seemed to block him into the corner and he felt trapped. "Ah... Are you finished now?" She quizzed when his stream of urine dribbled to an end. "Y...y... e... s!" He replied, perplexed by this woman's presence. She removed her hand and allowed him to shake his dick and put himself away -- but she did not move. She was still stood right next to him, her arm still wrapped around his waist. He felt uneasy and uncomfortable. "Now, tell me..." she spoke softly against his ear, "what are you doing here tonight?" Without hesitation, and quite by surprise, he told her about his intentions of having sex with Plain Jane who he had found via the internet. She nodded and smiled as she listened to his little story while her hand moved down from his waist to his rump. He felt her stroking his buttocks and gently squeezing them. Oddly, he realised, it felt nice. "...and, it looks like I'm out of luck, tonight!" He finally ended his tale as he tried to move away from her. Before he could move further her hand was planted firmly on his chest and she was pushing him back against the wall. He was pinned between the hand dryer and the rusty old condom machine. "So, young man..." she interrupted him, "really, you wanted some good sex, tonight, didn't you?" She had moved in closer, eyeing him, looking him up and down and he felt quite intimidated. "Well...." He faltered, "Yes!" "Then, you had better follow me!" With that she turned on her heels and was gone. Flustered, he froze on the spot for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened, who this mad woman was, and whether he should follow her or make an exit via the Fire Escape. Something stirred deep within him, his cock was hardening and he felt, somehow, strangely compelled to follow her. As he entered the bar he realised the woman had already left. The table where she had been sitting was now empty. He grabbed his jacket from the bar and hurried out into the street. Late shoppers were milling about and he dodged his way through searching for the non-descript woman. He moved along the pavement by a few steps and started to feel stupid. She had gone. Then, just as he had almost given up, he saw a black cab waiting by the kerb with the door open. Tentatively, he moved towards it. She was inside; looking ahead and didn't even look towards him. A whole mixture of thoughts filled his mind but his cock led him forwards. He got in and sat down next to her. The taxi moved off into the traffic and he had no idea where he was going, who this woman was, or what lay ahead of him. His cock, now hard in his lap, didn't seem to care. He was onto a sure thing. The woman had said "you want good sex, don't you?" and he did! It didn't matter that she wasn't much to look at. He could imagine her as someone else. He just needed to fuck. "You may call me Ma'am!" She stated. Young Buck Ch. 02 He sat, awkwardly, in the taxi and felt her presence beside him. The expanse of seat between them seemed daunting and he didn't have the gall to move closer. She exuded a sense of strength and control and his mind whirled with ideas of asking the driver to pull over. Looking down towards her feet he noticed a pair of knee-high leather boots. Not stilettos as he might have preferred, but still rather fetching. They suited her. Her boots were flat and resembled riding boots, the leather shiny and well kept. Above the limit of her boots she wore a thick, tight material on her legs and he wondered if she was wearing tights or trousers. Her long coat covered the rest of her, dark in colour and similar to a trench coat. Her bag sat on the seat beside her and he recognised an expensive brand from the small crest hanging from the handle. She wore sunglasses now, despite it being early evening. He could not see her eyes and her face displayed no semblance of thought or emotion at all. Before too long the cab pulled over beside a line of residential buildings. He had often travelled past this address but hadn't really take much notice of the now, obviously, sumptuous foyer. She stepped out, leaving the door ajar. He looked after her and considered asking the driver to take him on somewhere else. Standing, impatiently, on the kerb-side she lit a cigarette and blew smoke up into the air. "Are you coming?" She barked, leaning in through the door. "Or... are you going?" He hesitated again. He could see more of her legs now and she was wearing some tight ski-pant style leggings. She was rather large in stature, but somehow this look suited her. His mind weighed up his options in a nano-second. She watched him leap from the taxi and turn to the driver, shoving a few notes into his open hand. Would he wait for the change, she wondered. He didn't. She stamped out her cigarette and strode ahead of him into the foyer of the apartment block. The concierge smiled a courteous greeting as he momentarily looked up from his miniature television screen. "Good evening, Robert!" She spoke softly. The young buck followed after her, always a few steps behind as if apprehensive of his fate ahead. She could feel his eyes evaluating her and knew the overcoat would make his efforts difficult. Having reached the lifts she stopped and waited for him, stepping aside slightly and allowing access to the call button. "Press it!" She instructed him. He did, without thinking, then puzzled why he had done so. "Good!" Upon entering the lift she backed into a corner and instructed him, again, to press the button for the 8th Floor. Again, he did as she requested, bewildered by his own compliance. They reached the correct floor smoothly and as the lift opened she dangled a set of keys in front of him. "If you don't mind!" It was a statement of fact, not a question. He took the keys from her hand, which he noticed was now encased in a leather glove, and followed after her into to a broad hallway. Only two other doors lined the hallway and he was surprised there weren't more. She moved to the left and again stood aside to allow him access to the door. He struggled with the double lock and could feel the blush of embarrassment rising in his cheeks. She noticed this and responded with a wicked smile. As the door clicked open she stepped forward and filled the doorway. "Come in!" She instructed. He followed her into the open plan apartment. He was surprised by its appearance. It was minimal yet stylish, split on different levels, and had a wonderful view out over the river. The items he could see were seemingly simple but he presumed suddenly that they were expensive. "Take your shoes off!" She snapped at him, throwing her coat over the back of a modern cream leather armchair. He looked down at the floor and realised it was a lovely wood finish. He wasn't surprised that she wanted him to take his shoes off. "Drink?" She appeared to ask him. "Erm... Yes, please.... Whis..." But she had stopped him in his tracks, pointing to a large kitchen area and an array of bottles of various spirits and wine. "I'll have vodka, there's ice in the fridge!" She directed, lighting another cigarette and moving over to the large expanse of windows. As he fumbled with glasses, bottles and ice he considered his fate for the umpteenth time. He didn't feel comfortable, but he did. He couldn't understand why he just kept doing what she wanted. That just wasn't him at all. Looking across to her, he caught her silhouette against the glass and tried to muster any sense of attraction for her. She had a presence, he couldn't doubt that, but she was no stunner. He might have trouble getting it up and that would be embarrassing. Perhaps he should just leave. As if sensing his thoughts she turned on her heels and walked towards the kitchen. "Having doubts, now, are you?" She quizzed. He did not reply. "I saw you, you little fuck! Eyeing up that lovely little blonde barmaid! You should be ashamed of yourself!" She sounded like his mother, or worse, his grand-mother. He felt belittled by her words. "I.... I.... I think I should leave!" He uttered. "That's up to you..." she replied "but you will miss the time of your life if you do!" He had no idea what she was talking about but he was suddenly aware of the outline of her breasts through the black shirt she was wearing. She was quite a big woman but those tits looked good. "If you can't control yourself -- I shall take control of you!" She snapped, without moving. "Eh?" He muttered. "I think the words you are looking for are 'Sorry, Ma'am'" She interjected. "Oh... Ok.... Sorry... Mam" He felt stupid, and again like a small child being told off. He didn't like it, but his cock was twitching. She moved towards him to take her drink from his hand. Instead of drinking it she placed it down on the counter beside him and stepped in closer. He felt compelled to back away but couldn't. There was nothing behind him, but he felt stuck to the spot. "How about you strip off and show me what you've got stirring under those trousers!" She teased. "Erm... Uh... I.... Huh..." He reeled at her direct request. She didn't move -- just stood there looking at him, her sunglasses still in place. "I'm sure you wouldn't have been so reticent for Plain Jane!" She teased again. His cock twitched again and his stomach lurched. She had remembered his words from earlier. That all seemed like hours ago to him now. He stood helpless on the spot. Sensing his discomfort she moved away from him and sat in a tall backed chair near a large glass table. "STRIP!" She barked, harshly. He jumped so much he nearly dropped his now empty glass. Finally, he made a decision. If he was going to have sex with this woman he was going to have to play ball and do what she said. If she got out of hand he would simply get up and leave. She was hardly going to chase after him, now... was she? He moved over into the centre of the room and suddenly felt like a thousand eyes were all watching him. But there was only her. They were alone. What harm could it do? He removed his shirt and socks then slowly peeled away his trousers. She smiled at the shape of him. He was indeed young, perhaps early twenties, but quite toned. His legs were reasonably hairy but she was pleased to see that his chest and torso were relatively hair free. He stood there in front of her feeling like a small child. He had left his boxer shorts on to save his embarrassment, and hoped she wouldn't mind. "You slob! Tidy those clothes up!" She demanded, pointing at his discarded garments which were strewn across the floor. He picked up each item and folded it clumsily and placed them in a neat pile on a side table. Finally he looked to her for approval. "Better... but you've forgotten something!" She pointed at his shorts. "Get them off!" He knew his cock was semi-erect and knew she's already seen it in the bar toilets but still he faltered at her request. She waited, silently, for a minute or two, for him to obey. When he felt that he had waited far too long she stepped over to him and tore down his boxers, roughly, grazing the waist-band against his swollen dick. She then stepped on the shorts at his ankles and took hold of his arm to move him away from them. She was deceptively strong and he wondered if she worked out. "Have you got strong knees, boy?!" Again, it wasn't a question and she was pushing him down with her hand on his shoulder. He tried to speak but his throat was dry. His cock twitched again and he knew she had seen it this time. The corner of her mouth curled into a wicked smile and he sensed her delight. She manipulated him into a kneeling position and told him to flex forwards so that she could see his genitals more clearly. He followed her every word, becoming more intoxicated by her style with each passing moment. "From now on, when I tell you to 'Display' - that's the position I want you in!" She stated. "Y... y... yes, Ma'am" He responded. Young Buck Ch. 03 She strode around the young buck, occasionally pressing against the back of his neck to make him lean with his head facing forwards. He was clean and presentable with no real blemishes. His cock, now stirring to life, was of average length but quite wide in girth. His being uncut was a bonus. His balls were on show too, he did trim those pubic hairs as she had expected. His aftershave, now wearing off, was rather pleasant, and he definitely had some promise. She knew she would have a task on her hands with this one. She had not taken a vanilla man in this way for some years; such was her ready supply of willing submissives. But he had intrigued her in the bar, and his story had awoken a need to teach him a lesson from deep within. "What is your name?" She asked, still pacing around him. "Michael, Ma'am" "Ah, so Michael was taking the 'Mickey', was he?!" She snapped. "No, Ma'am!" He attempted to defend himself. "Oh, come now. You had lined up that poor girl, Plain Jane, just to fuck her, hadn't you?" "Yes, Ma'am... but..." "No buts! You are a slut! And you know it, too, don't you?!" She pushed his head down again. "No, Ma'am!" He tried to defend again. "I'll take it you mean Yes!" His head was starting to spin. The whisky had hit an empty stomach and her presence was causing new stirrings in him. He reached to stroke his cock. "Don't touch it!" She barked, and kicked his hand away with one of her still booted feet. "I think you need to learn a lesson or several!" She revealed. She left the room, momentarily, and then returned to find that he had moved his position slightly. "Did I say you could move?!" She chided him. "My knees were hurting!" He replied. "Your knees are going to be the least of your worries, young man!" She informed him. "Come here!" She gestured over to the tall backed chair by the glass table. He rose from his knees which were now a little stiff and took a seat. She revealed a black vanity case and opened it. Inside was a metal object the likes of which he had never seen before. His eyes flashed with horror. "If you want to learn how to have good sex, you must first learn how to please a woman!" She told him. "Do you want to learn?!" He realised that she wasn't really asking him but knew he had to agree or she would usher him out of her apartment and into the cool night air. He watched her removing several items from the box and felt way out of his depth. "Are you going to hurt me?" His voice quivered. "Not unless you want me to!" Came her matter-of-fact reply. "Do you want me to?" "No.... no, I don't think so!" He muttered. His cock twitched again. "Do you want to learn how to have good sex?" She asked him again. "Yes, Ma'am" He knew he was sealing his own fate. Silently she set about locking his cock and balls into the metal device that she called 'The Cage'. It was heavy and cold against his skin. His cock felt trapped and that made him feel instantly humble in her presence. He noticed that she was locking the contraption in place and the key, on a long length of silver chain was now dangling around her neck. If he left now his first port of call would have to be a hardware shop, the Fire Station, or the A&E Department of the nearest hospital. He didn't like the idea of any of those options and knew he would have to stay put until she set him free. She stroked over the top of the metal cage and smiled at the sight of him. She had chosen the correct device and it fitted him nicely with just enough room so as not to cause him too much pain. She knew he would be affected later, when he tried to grow aroused, but she would deal with that as it happened. "Now, as another means by which to control you, I would like you to wear my collar!" She stated. Before he could answer she had removed a large leather and steel collar from within the vanity bag. She let him look at it then quizzed him with her eyes. "Yes, Ma'am!" He whispered - his form slumped forwards in the chair. "Then get down on those knees and accept my collar properly!" She directed. He fell down onto his knees, feeling the cold metal of The Cage rubbing against the top of his thighs. The weight hanging around his balls felt difficult and unmanageable. He started to realise that he had bitten off far more than he could chew with this seemingly unassuming woman. He made a mental note never to judge a book by its cover ever again. She closed the collar around his neck and it felt bulky and tight. Finally, the last item was removed from the bag and a long length of steel chain was displayed. She clipped this to the D-ring on the collar and revealed that the chain was actually a long leash. "Now..." she looked down at him, "you are mine for the evening, to do with as I wish!" He felt crushed and helpless. This wasn't his idea of an evening of good sex and certainly did not reflect his own plans from earlier that day. "Do you agree?" She questioned him and yanked the leash gently, making contact with his neck. "Do I have a choice?!" He retorted. "Not anymore!" She replied. -0- For a considerable time afterwards she spent a while teaching him how to crawl on all fours behind her. His knees were aching now and his cock lay limp and lifeless in The Cage. She hadn't touched him again since putting him in these items and he wondered what the point of it all was. He'd had enough of this game and wanted to go home. "Good boy!" She praised him, stroking her fingers through his hair, "Now it's time for you to learn how to really please a woman!" She continued walking and he shuffled after her, still attached to the leash. She pushed open a door to a sumptuous bedroom and ahead he could see a large bed on a platform, a large throne-like chair, an array of mirrors, and racks of different implements. Dread filled every fibre of his being, but he tried to reassure himself that she had promised not to hurt him.