Free Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty by Stormy Glenn Page B

man’s pants. By the time Dusty was fully hard, his breathing had evened out and the tension in his shoulders faded.
    Alexander glanced over at Taylor when he heard a muffled chuckle. Taylor nodded at him, silently telling Alexander that he had seen what he had done and approved of the control Alexander had over his sub.
    It was nice to know that, in this area, Alexander had earned his friend’s approval, but that wasn’t why he did it. He did it for Dusty.
    By the time Jacob, Brian, and Michael arrived, Alexander’s hand was inside Dusty’s unzipped slacks, and his fingers were loosely wrapped around Dusty’s thick cock. He didn’t exactly want to jerk the man off, just give him something else to think about. He kept his hand there, stroking down Dusty’s hard length every few minutes. Occasionally, he would flick his thumb over the tip or squeeze the entire cock, but he never tried to get Dusty fully off.
    He wanted to distract him.
    And it seemed to be working much better than Alexander could have ever imagined. They ordered dinner and talked while they waited for their food to arrive. Doby and Brian chatted away like old friends while Dusty just kind of listened and occasionally tossed in a word here and there.
    Dusty even drank from the wineglasses and ate his dinner when it arrived, without spilling a drop or injuring himself of anyone else. Alexander was so proud he could have shouted it from the rooftops.
    By the time dessert arrived and Taylor, Alexander, Jacob, and Michael were enjoying an after-dinner cognac, Dusty seemed to have settled right in. He was making fast friends with both Doby and Brian, much to Alexander’s delight.
    Then things seemed to quiet down. Taylor attached a set of fur-lined cuffs to Doby’s wrists, connecting them together. Doby curled right into Taylor’s side. Jacob wrapped a bit of rope around both of Brian’s wrists. Alexander’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the deep satisfied sigh he heard come from Brian as the man leaned his head against Jacob’s shoulder. Maybe the rope and cuffs did the same thing to Brian and Doby that touching did to Dusty.
    Alexander turned to see what Dusty’s reaction was to the rope on Brian’s wrists and the cuffs on Doby’s, only to watch with complete shock as Dusty grinned wickedly and effortlessly slid under the table.
    A moment later, Alexander felt his zipper being pulled down.
    “Dusty!” Alexander croaked.
    “My reward for not breaking anything,” Dusty said from between his legs and then warm lips enveloped his cock
    It may be a high-end restaurant, but all types of lascivious play happened under the tables, and the staff pretended that they never saw a thing. Alexander’s eyes lowered, but he could still see Taylor, Michael, and Jacob watching him closely. The side of his mouth pulled back into a grin as Dusty sucked Alexander’s cock to the back of his throat.
    Thank gods the tablecloth reached the floor.
    “So, Alexander, any plans this weekend?” Jacob asked with a knowing smile on his lips, his hands grazing through Brian’s hair.
    Alexander opened his mouth to speak, but Dusty had chosen that moment to lightly scrape his teeth over Alexander’s cock. The only thing that left his lips was a hiss. Alexander’s hand shot under the table and twisted around Dusty’s braid, giving it a hard yank.
    Dusty’s moan could be heard around the table. Doby’s eyes shot up, but Brian grinned widely, neither man saying a word.
    “None,” Alexander managed as Dusty pulled back, his lips trailing along Alexander’s cock. Dusty was licking Alexander’s cock like an ice-cream cone, and Alexander couldn’t stop the moan even if he had wanted to.
    Oh hell, Dusty was so great at sucking cock.
    The man should get a damn award for how well his tongue was lapping at Alexander’s balls. Alexander tossed his other arm over the back of the bench seat as his head rolled on his shoulders.
    “Damn.” Jacob chuckled.
    Alexander