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There's a food truck festival in Petros Park that night, and Lee takes George mostly so he can see his face while trying new things, like squid balls and deep fried cheesecake. It's a good time and once they're full, neither of them are ready for the night to end so they wind up at a bar not far from George's place.

It's sort of mid-tier, not super nice but not a total dive, either. They get a few rounds at the bar, leaning against each other and laughing, and Lee realizes that he's drunk sort of all of a sudden, like it snuck up on him. It makes him more handsy, makes him bite at George's shoulder through the sleeve of his shirt. It makes him notice how many eyes are on George all the time.

The bartender brings them a round of tequila shots on a little tray complete with a salt shaker and lime wedges, and Lee looks up at him questioningly.

"We didn't order this," Lee tells him, and the bartender waves him off and tells him someone asked for them to be sent over. "Who?"

The bartender just shrugs and turns away to help a group of rowdy young women, and Lee glances at the shots before looking around the room a bit suspiciously. "Hm."

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“Is it,” Lee says in a low voice, pulling back when George seeks for a kiss mostly just to be a tease, and to get him worked up. He keeps his lips just out of reach, then gives George a predatory smile.

With how he’s feeling now, and the night he’s had, the thought of George on his knees for him is a very appealing one. Earlier he would have said no, being too drunk for such responsibility and too hopped up on rage from the bar, but after good food and a better fuck, he’s feeling more centered.

If he wants it, he needs to ask for it. That's the time, and he knows it. George closes his fist around the key and tugs it, lightly.

"Please, darling," he says. "That's what I want."

That tug on the key around his neck goes straight to Lee’s cock and he takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring slightly as the roles seem to reverse, as they so often do.

He finds that he wants the collar, too. He wants George to be his.

“Please what, baby?” Lee asks in a low voice, reaching up to thumb at George’s chin. “Ask me nicely.”

A little shiver goes down George's spine, a combination of the tone of Lee's voice and the small, proprietary touch. He swallows.

"I want you to put that collar on me," he says, dark eyes fixed on Lee's face. "Please."

“Okay.” He nods and gives Lee a soft kiss before stepping away from him. “Go get it and meet me at the couch.”

The collar and the rest of the toys are in a drawer in George’s bedroom, and Lee gives him a light slap on the ass as he heads in that direction.

George leaves the room and Lee smirks to himself, shaking his head in vague disbelief at what his life has become.

After drinking some more water, Lee brushes his hair back from his face and goes over to move the coffee table before sitting on the edge of the sofa, managing to look commanding even while sitting there in his underwear.

Blushing at the slap to his arse, George goes to the drawer in his bedroom. He lingers over the other toys in the drawer, but leaves them where they are for now; if Lee wants them, he'll say. When he picks the collar up, it goes straight to his cock.

He walks back into the lounge with the collar in his hand, and comes to stand in front of Lee with it dangling from his hand.

Seeing George standing there holding the collar with that hopeful, turned on look on his face settles something in Lee. Ever since the bar, something has felt off but it’s like it clicks back into place now, if only for a little while.

Lee takes the collar and tosses a pillow onto the floor between his feet, gesturing for George to get on his knees. He unlocks the collar with the key around his neck, jaw tensing at the sound it makes.

“What do you say if you want it off?” Lee asks, just to confirm, as thumbs at the end of the soft leather, watching George get settled.

Still in his sweats, George sinks down onto his knees on the pillow in front of Lee. He doesn't want this all the time, but he does feel something like hunger flare up in him.

"Unlock," he says.

“Good boy.” Lee leans forward and presses a kiss to George’s forehead as he loops the collar around his neck, pulling back as he clicks then lock into place and gives it a brief tug.

He takes a deep breath and cups George’s face in his hands, happy to have him like this. Happy to own him, just for a little while.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks in a low, authoritative voice.

The lock clicks shut and George drags in a shivering breath through his nose. He swallows, feels the bind of it across his throat.

"You," he says, finally. "Only you."

“That’s right,” Lee says in a voice not unlike a growl, stroking his fingertips along George’s jaw, across his cheeks and down the line of his nose. For a few moments, it’s enough to just bask in the feeling, reveling in it.

He thumbs at the corner of George’s mouth and then slides two fingers into it, deep enough to touch the back of his tongue.

“Barely a gag reflex on you,” he murmurs, sounding a little in awe as he shoves his fingers deeper, making George’s pretty eyes water. “You’re a perfect slut, aren’t you?”

With Lee's fingers in his mouth, it's difficult to know how to answer that question, or even if he's supposed to try. His eyelashes flutter and he settles for half a nod.

"Yes." The word comes out humiliatingly garbled.

Lee smirks at that, holding George’s chin with his other hand while pulling his fingers free. He looks into George’s eyes while putting them into his own mouth for a moment, sucking at them like he just wants to taste whatever trace of George might be on them.

“What was that?” Lee asks once he pulls them free, letting go of George’s chin to give his cheek a light slap. “Say it loud and proud, baby.”

George's eyes widen slightly as he watches Lee suck his spit off his fingers. After everything they've done, he's not sure why it's surprising.

"A perfect slut," he says. "All for you."

“Damn right, all for me,” Lee says, grabbing George’s chin a little more roughly, pressing the pad of his thumb to George’s bottom teeth to force his mouth open wider.

“No one else can give you what you need,” Lee murmurs, breathing a little harder. When they’re like this, Lee can let out all the intrusive thoughts built up in his mind. He can let himself go a little wild.

“No one else would be able to handle a brat like you.” Lee slides his hands over George’s shoulders and up around his neck, just above the collar. He closes them there, squeezing tightly enough to just barely cut off his air while still stroking George’s jaw with his thumb almost reverently, looking him in the eye the whole time. “They wouldn’t be able to take care of you like I can.”

When they're like this, it's the easiest thing in the world to just let himself go under, let it close over his head, and just give in to the sensation, to everything Lee wants him to do and be. When Lee squeezes his throat, he makes a soft sound, his eyes fluttering closed.

Everything Lee says is true.

“That’s it,” Lee murmurs, squeezing a little more tightly when George’s eyes fall shut. He looks at peace like this, and Lee stares down at him while slowly choking the life out of him. He keeps at it until he’s sure George will be dizzy and dazed, then releases him so he can take a breath.

“Stay,” Lee commands in a firm voice, letting George catch his breath as he goes to collect the rest of the toys. He has no real plans yet, but the assumes something will come to him in the moment. He stares at the pinwheel but leaves it behind. Neither of them have brought up using it yet and Lee won’t tonight, either.

He dumps everything else on the sofa and crouches behind George with the leather cuffs in his hand. “Hands behind your back. You won’t need them.”

Lee lets go of him and George sags back onto his heels, a little bit dazed. His cock is already aching hard, tenting the soft fabric of his trousers. Lee comes back with the contents of the drawer and dumps it on the couch and, when he tells George to put his hands behind his back, it does it without hesitation. He knows that he can trust Lee. He can let go.

“So obedient.” Lee secures a cuff around one wrist and wraps the chain between the cuffs around George’s wrists a few times, forcing them together before putting the cuff around the other wrist. “Up on your knees.”

He waits for George to lift himself up a little and then roughly pushes him between the shoulder blades so that he’s bent over the sofa, then yanks his sweats down over the enticing curve of his ass.

“There we go. All trussed up for me,” Lee coos, stepping back and picking up his phone to take a photo. The shutter click seems to echo around the room.

There's something about the fact that Lee just pushes his trousers down, rather than having him take them off altogether that makes it more humiliating. It's perfect. He rests his cheek against the fabric of the cushion as Lee takes photos.

"Yes, Sir," he murmurs, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

George calls him sir, and Lee isn’t quite sure how to feel about it. He gets an idea, but he’s not sure if it would be crossing the streams too much.

“I’m so much more than that, aren’t I?” He murmurs, crouching down behind George and grabbing him roughly between his legs, grinding his palm against George’s hole and leaning in to bite lightly at the back of his neck, just below the collar.

George whimpers, his hips riding back into the roughness of Lee's touch. He nods, his cheek rubbing against the couch cushion.

"You are," he says, and nothing's ever been truer.

Lee feels the urge to demand more, to make George say he means more, but he realizes this isn’t the time or place for that. Anything George says with the collar on is for the game, and that’s it.

“I didn’t say you could move,” Lee says against George’s ear, nipping at the lobe while giving his ass a sharp slap at the same time. “Be still, slut.”

He leans back and grabs the lube, coating two fingers in it before reaching down and pressing them both into George’s body without preamble. “Still.”

George makes a soft sound when Lee slaps him, and then he forces his hips still as Lee pushes two fingers into him. His fingers curling into fists with the effort of not moving. His cock throbs between his spread thighs.

“Good boy,” Lee purrs, sitting up and putting one hand on the side of George’s head, pushing him hard into the cushion while fucking him with two fingers, shoving them in deep and hard and then withdrawing them entirely.

He keeps his hand on George’s head, roughly shoving him down while reaching for the plug with the other. He pushes it into George’s body and then lets go of him, shifting back to pull George’s sweats back up over his ass.

“There,” he says gruffly. “Now you’ll be ready if I decide I want to fuck you. Get back up on your knees.”

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