Thai Boy Ch. 05

Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea.

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The next day, we stopped into a trendy-looking clothing store simply called "Sexy Guy." It sounded like the perfect place to fit my boy with more hot outfits.

The humidity in Bangkok was like a soup and beads of sweat sat heavy on my brow like flies. I sighed with relief as we entered the glacial, air-conditioned store. It was like diving head first into a cool, refreshing swimming pool.

There were racks going up to the ceiling featuring flashy, clubbing-style clothes. Techno music blared over the speakers, though the place was more or less deserted. It was still early afternoon and likely too hot even for locals to be out shopping.

Two young clerks, Thai men of about Prasang's age, put their hands together and bowed as we came in. They were slim and feminine, their hipster hairstyles dyed bright pink and yellow with fringes that hung in their eyes.

They were both adorned with rings and chain necklaces and wore heavy mascara. Their shredded jeans and shimmering, button-up tops made them look fresh off the city's gay clubbing scene.

When they laid eyes on Prasang, trailing in behind me in his revealing tank top and transparent trainer shorts, arms full of my shopping bags (he always carried everything for me, the way a good boyfriend should) they were stunned.

Walking around with someone as physically attractive as Prasang, you get a lot of people staring, gawking, doing double takes, or just stopping dead in their tracks to get an eye full, especially in the scant outfits I made him wear.

As per usual, I led Prasang back to the dressing room. It was his job to wait there and look pretty while I dressed him in whatever outfits I might enjoy seeing him in.

Once he put down all our bags, arranging them awkwardly on the dressing room floor so they wouldn't fall over, I stripped him naked and told him to stand facing the mirror: legs spread, biceps flexing, tight, round buns swaying back and forth at all times. I drew back the curtain, not overly concerned if the clerks at the front desk caught a glimpse of the good stuff, and went out, the cool air and techno beat enveloping me.

The two young fashionistas were staring at the drawn curtain with open fascination. I couldn't help but chuckle. They were amazed by Prasang and looked at me in awe, clearly wondering what the secret was to the power I held over him.

Wicked ideas were already brewing in my head and my cock was stirring.

I strolled right up and introduced myself, shaking their hands with exaggerated American pomp. The boy with the fluorescent pink hair introduced himself as Chakrii. The lemon-yellow blonde was Gamon. I engaged them in conversation as though we were old friends, telling them about myself, how long I had been in Thailand, and what a damn good time I was having. Like many Thais, Chakrii and Gamon spoke eloquent, flowing English.

But of course, their eyes kept drifting back to what was on all of our minds: The oh-so-thin curtain of that dressing room and the brown, bare feet spread wide behind it.

"Of course, I'm not here for me," I said, finally changing the subject. "I'm here for my boyfriend, Prasang. He's just back there waiting for me to come and dress him in something new and sexy..." I leaned in, my voice dropping an octave, "He'll wear anything I ask him to. He loves to make me happy, you know..."

Their eyes widened in disbelief again. It was almost comical. "He...he is YOUR boyfriend?" Gamon asked, trying to sound incredulous, but obviously impressed by what I had managed to snag.

"Oh yes," I grinned like the Cheshire cat, "He's crazy about me...can't get enough of me, isn't that right, Prasang?" I called back. Behind the curtain, he would be busy flexing and working his naked buns like a good sex toy even if we could not see it.

I heard an "OOF" escape his lips when I called to him, as though I had just spanked him with my words. "Please, answer so that my friends here can hear you..."

There was a moment's hesitation, then his sensual, masculine voice responded: "Yes, of course master...yes, I'm crazy about you..." He could assuredly hear everything we were saying from back there, which I knew made it all the more embarrassing for him. "I'm always thinking about you..."

Chakrii and Gamon looked at each other, clearly not sure what to make of all this. I was pleased to see a smile break out on one face, then the other. Whatever was going on with me and Prasang, they liked it.

"He is something, though, isn't he?" I said in the same confident manner, "I was wondering if you could find me some things that might look good on him, shorts and tank tops are mainly what I'm looking for. He doesn't usually wear underwear..."

At the very thought of Prasang walking around without undergarments, Chakrii let out a sigh, which Gamon mimicked. Then, clearly a bit stiff in their pants, they got to work pulling things off the racks.

I began, as I had before, going in and out of the dressing room with clothes, dressing and undressing my Adonis, moving briskly as I went to the beat of the techno music.

Prasang remained obediently quiet and in position the whole time. I could feel the eyes of the two clerks all but burning a hole through the curtain, desperate to get a glimpse of my boy's tantalizing bare flesh.

The danger of getting caught in public was thrilling enough, but having a captive audience for Prasang was a new experience that made my body tingle and my heart race. My cock was pitching a sizable tent in my cargo shorts at the thought of putting him on display, not just for my enjoyment, but that of others.

I started to make it into a game to tease the boys, leaving the curtain drawn back a little farther each time I went in or out, exposing a flexing, muscular arm or a shapely, hairless leg. Chakrii gave a gasp of delight when I finally gave them a quick flash of Prasang naked in full. The two of them chatted excitedly and not too quietly.

As I slipped a silky, lime-green clubbing shirt over Prasang's head, he looked at me, pleading with his big black eyes. He was blushing deep crimson. Of course he could hear everything they were saying about him. They seemed to have caught onto the fact that he was at my command and were more than happy to join in.

I grinned at my nervous, flexing beauty, gave his arm a squeeze for encouragement, then drew the curtain wide open. Prasang was now completely exposed in the air-conditioned store to the leering eyes of the clerks and to anyone else who might walk in.

Prasang swallowed hard. I looked down to see his cock growing hard and flexing upward toward me. He was embarrassed, but obviously excited by the whole thing, as well. This was not such a far cry from how I had first seen him that night on stage at Male Body Palace, where he had clearly enjoyed showing off his body.

Now the risk was greater, but being exposed and vulnerable for the two boys was a turn on just the same.

I pressed my hand against his molded, bare chest. He was covered in gooseflesh and he felt cold like marble in the intense air conditioning. Yet his heart was thundering, hot and alive beneath.

I drew out a black sleep mask from my pocket I bought at 7/11. I occasionally had him wear it at our hotel while I explored his body and sucked him off. I loved how vulnerable and defenseless it made him. This way he could not see, but only feel what was being done to him.

"Please, master, please not now," he pleaded quietly as I fitted it over his head. He must have felt so exposed with the eyes of the two young men boring into his naked body. They were not being quiet at all, and though I do not understand Thai, it was pretty obvious what they were talking about: Prasang's strong, masculine build, his splendid, firm ass, his powerful, hard cock sticking out a mile. They were devouring him with their eyes, savoring him like a scrumptious dessert.

"This is what I want, Prasang," I said with authority, "This is what I desire and it gives me pleasure. It gives me pleasure to see others enjoying your naked body. You want to give me pleasure, don't you, Prasang?"

Prasang gulped as I fitted the black cloth down over his eyes. "Yes, master," he said miserably. "And I want this big, fat cock of yours to stay nice and hard," I said, stroking his silky member. "And I make your big, fat Thai cock hard, don't I, Prasang?"

"Yes, master."

"Tell me."

"(GULP) You...you make my big, fat Thai cock hard..."

"Again," I said, stroking him to full erection, a bit of pre-cum oozing onto my fingers. "Keep repeating."

"You make my big, fat Thai cock hard...you make my big, fat Thai cock hard..."

Prasang shuddered through his words as I jerked his cock, standing there trembling in his fully exposed nudity. His flexing member strong in my hand, the way I wanted it.

Eyes covered, he licked his bubble-gum pink lips nervously and shifted his weight. His mouth hung upon slightly, making me want to catch his lower lip in my mouth and suck on it like a ripe nectarine.

Meanwhile Chakrii at the counter decided he wanted a memory of this amazing spectacle. He drew out his smartphone, zoomed in, and started filming. Gamon seemed to think this was a wonderful idea and followed suit.

The boys roved over Prasang with their smartphones, capturing this living work of art on digital. He was facing away from them, so they had a full view of his tattooed back and his round, exposed ass.

I looked at them over Prasang's shoulder and smiled a knowing smile. Since they were enjoying this so much, I thought we might as well put on a real show.

"You make my big, fat Thai cock hard," Prasang continued. I tapped his bare thigh. He was well-trained by now and knew what this meant. He swallowed hard, rolling his lips up into a hard line, clearly conflicted.

Huge, pulsating cock still stuck in my grip, he began swaying his hips back and forth the way I had taught him. Chakrii and Gamon gasped, mouths open in sheer wonder. I watched their eyes, unable to look away from Prasang's hypnotic creamy bubble butt as it moved. It took them a moment to remember to raise their phones and snap pictures.

"You make my big, fat Thai cock h-UMF." Prasang's open mouth looked so sensual I couldn't stay away from it any longer. Feeling his heartbeat pumping in his cock as I squeezed, I plowed my tongue into him. Tasting deeply the heat of his moans.

I smiled through our kiss as Chakrii and Gamon cheered and whistled at us. I squeezed Prasang's bicep to make sure he was still flexing tight. I reached down and cupped his ass to make sure he was still swaying.

He had to work against the rhythm of the techno music to keep his movement deliberately slow. A few times his thighs shifted a little too fast, his buns perked and twitched to the rapid beat. I pulled out of him.

"That's okay, Prasang," I said, reaching down and grabbing a handful of his plump, firm cheeks in my large hand. "Feel the beat in these gorgeous, naked buns, move with it, not against it. I want you to dance...shake your ass and show me what you can do."

His big sausage flexed in my grip as I began to squeeze it again. He clenched his jaw and began moving his hips faster. Faster until he was thrusting back and forth to the beat of the music.

I positioned his hands behind his head so he could better maneuver his hips and legs. I reached back and gave his moving ass a good slap. "AH!" he said. "Come on now, really move it, Prasang, dance you like you mean it. I want those gorgeous, Thai buns flying!"

Another hard slap on the other cheek. "UMF!" He groaned. He made his ass gyrate, bouncing back and forth up and down, sometimes even faster than the beat.

Chakrii and Gamon whooped and cheered: "Oh yeah shake it, baby!" Chakrii called out.

Prasang gritted his teeth as his hips flailed about. All the while I was holding his hard cock like a lever, controlling him. My hand was growing oily and slippery with all the movement so his cock slid in and out of my grip. He thrust himself in my cupped hand as he moved, jerking himself off. His erection swelling bigger, stronger.

Soon, Prasang was moaning, even groaning. His breath was fogging up the mirror behind me. He could not help it in the exertion of bobbing and swaying his hips. The sensation of being jerked off as he danced, of fucking my cupped hand as he moved made him moan loudly.

I slapped his bouncing, naked cheeks harder, not wanting him to lose momentum.

Gamon simply watched dumbfounded, mind blown, holding up his smartphone, but paying little attention to what he was filming. Chakrii, a bit more tech-savvy, constantly adjusted the zoom and moved his phone up and down over Prasang. Creating what might perhaps prove to be a pornographic masterpiece.

I envied the view they were getting, so I let go of Prasang cock and gave him an open-palm spanking across both wiggling cheeks. SMACK! "OOF!"

"Just keep moving those buns, boy," I told him, "I want to see that ass and that cock moving to the beat at all times...like your life depends on it."

I walked over to the front counter. The boys blushed and straightened their hair as if trying to keep some semblance of a professional demeanor.

The three of us watched Prasang in fascinated silence. Still blindfolded, arms behind his head, music still pounding away. He was pure, 100% sex on legs. Thrusting and fucking the air with his tool. Buns dancing and bobbing from side to side, taking on a life of their own. Gamon and Chakrii were hard and touching themselves through their jeans. It was such an amazing sight that I gave my own sizable cock a squeeze.

If only I had thought to oil him up before this, that would have made it perfect.

"Hey," I said to the two clerks. It took them a moment to pull away and turn their attention to me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little bottle of oil I always carried. "You boys think you could help me out?"

Both Charkii and Gamon looked at the bottle, then nodded their heads as though hypnotized. Chakrii had the foresight to go and lock the door and change the open sign to closed. The Thai sunlight was still streaming in and people were passing by on the street. It would surely be a better experience if we were not disturbed.

The three of us approached the dancing Prasang. He moved and wriggled like bate on a hook, his naked body calling to us with its movements: To be used, to be enjoyed, to be fucked even. None of us could keep our eyes off his bouncing, wiggling buns. They were so appetizing we had to swallow back our saliva.

Prasang jumped when I tapped his bare thigh. With his sight taken away, he had apparently been so focused on moving his body that he hadn't heard us approach. "That's enough, now Prasang, assume your position, please."

"Yes, master," he said automatically.

Prasang stopped moving and took a moment to catch his breath. As he raised his arms to flex his biceps yet again, his muscular chest heaved and his forehead above his blindfold shone with perspiration. His mighty cock flexed up and down as though begging to receive some more attention. He had remained hard all the while, which reaffirmed my belief that this was all secretly a big turn on for him.

"Now, Prasang," I said, squeezing his raging boner, giving it the attention it so desired, "These two handsome, young gentlemen are going to rub your naked body all over with oil. I want you to do whatever they ask, just like you would with me. They are your masters now, too. You can call them Master Chakrii and Master Gamon, understand?"

My blindfolded god drew in a deep breath to sooth his nerves, "Yes, master."

I closed the dressing room curtain to make sure there would be no onlookers from the street, then I went and sat on the little bench in the corner.

"So, what do you say to your new masters, Prasang...? Why don't you just tell them what you told me this morning, I enjoyed that very much...the whole thing from the beginning."

Prasang licked his lips and shifted his weight awkwardly. He was blushing dark beneath the blindfold. Chakrii and Gamon were already standing on either side of him, each one squeezing a flexing bicep, testing its firmness. They were still fully clothed, which made him look all the more exposed and vulnerable.

"Dear masters," he began, "I think you are very handsome and sexy and...and I wanted you the minute I saw you. Being near you gets my Thai boy cock so hard. Harder than...than a girl or a woman ever could. Please, use and enjoy my naked body however you wish. I only want to bring you pleasure..."

I handed the bottle of oil to Chakrii. "Make sure you get it everywhere, boys," I said, "We want him completely covered in it and gleaming like a Greek god...Prasang, that was very nice, why don't you say it again?"

Prasang's chest swelled as he drew in his breath. "Dear masters, I think you are very handsome and very sexy...I wanted you the minute I saw you..."

Prasang continued his speech as the two boys drizzled oil onto their hands and began to cover him in it.

I sat on the bench and watched the three of them. Chakrii and Gamon were both cute gay boys, but still not in Prasang's league. Muscular and fully naked as he was, they appeared in awe of him. They oiled up his broad chest delicately and with respect as if he were a sacred animal. All the same, they were clearly excited by the experience, deliberately regulating their breaths.

I decided to give them a bit of guidance. I wanted them to take control of Prasang's body the same way I did.

I took the bottle of oil and drizzled it liberally over Prasang's back and shoulders. Over the two pert globes of his butt. I guided their hands, pressing them firmly against his naked flesh. Encouraging them to squeeze and caress as they went.

They began to loosen up, to feel more in command the more they lost themselves in the splendor of Prasang's perfect form. They understood he was indeed at their command and would do what they said, and the idea began to intoxicate them.

"Spread your legs wider," said Gamon with a hint of authority in his voice. He dared to work his way between the plump, protruding mellons that were Prasang's buttocks, massaging and caressing between them with probing fingers.

Soon, the two Thai boys were fully enjoying his body in all its splendor. They were raging hard in their jeans, clearly not as large as Prasang's unleashed glory, but it hardly mattered: Prasang was the sex toy, the object of all our desires.

"Being near you makes my Thai boy cock so hard," Prasang continued. His gorgeous naked buns were swaying once again as I had commanded. Swaying as trails of oil found their way into the crevice of his ass and down his curves. "Harder than...than any girl or woman ever could..."

As he spoke his lines, the boys skillfully and thoroughly oiled and caressed every inch of bare flesh, from his powerful, flexing biceps to his spread legs and bare feet.

Gamon trailed his fingers over the shapes of the tattooed Buddha, lost in the strong, masculine back that bore it. He traced it all the way down to the single leaf that ran into the cleft of Prasang's ass. Feeling the heat between his swaying globes yet again.

Chakrii, lost in wonder as he stroked Prasang's oily tool, suddenly remembered his smartphone. He drew it out, then looked at me in the corner, unsure of whether this was taking things too far. But I nodded my approval.

Chakrii wrapped his arm around the flexing, blindfolded Prasang, held up his phone, and snapped a selfie of the two of them together.

Gamon clearly liked this idea and appeared at Prasang's other side. They pressed their faces to his and grinned broadly. "Smile, Prasang," I commanded, "Show your masters that winning smile of yours."