Guys Night Out Arc
#3 - Party Time
Time: Sometime between 3rd & 4th Season of Highlander The Series
Rating: NC- 17
Type: Cross Over with "Queer As Folk" on Showtime Network
Place: For the sake of continuity of the story, all of it takes place in Seacouver, although "The Springs" is obviously in
Nevada & "Queer As Folk" is in Pittsburgh.
Duncan MacLeod regarded his image in the loft's full length mirror. His heavy, lustrous dark hair fell in waves around his
broad shoulders and to the center of his wide back A blue sapphire encrusted collar adorned his neck with a large metal ring
upon which to snap a 'leash'. A loop of the same jewels followed the slope of his trim hips. One of the same type gems, but
larger, dangled from its center, teasing Mac's navel. The only other garment he wore was a black satin G-String covering his
groin, its thin black string disappearing in between his dimpled buttocks.
"I look like a whore!" he morosely declared.
"And a very lovely one at that," his lover and friend commented. The five-thousand-year-old Immortal pressed his lips in the
valley between the Scot's shoulder blades.
Duncan shivered, goose bumps peppering his flesh. A frown of indecision wrinkled his smooth brow and he cocked his head
to the left.
Methos took the movement as an invitation to nuzzle the Highlander's right shoulder, his adept tongue blazing a path just
below Duncan's collar. Duncan moaned and arched his back, helplessly leaning into the elder man's body.
Mac closed his eyes and raggedly murmured, "God, Methos, what you do to me!"
"Um, that is my intentions, wanton slut," the ancient growled as he continued his assault.
When Duncan didn't respond to his taunt, Methos paused and gazed at his devotee. He noticed Duncan's worry lines for the
first time.
"Are you all right? Having second thoughts about tonight?"
Duncan relaxed back against Methos' comforting solid frame. "No, not really. It's just...."
Methos gently turned the reluctant Immortal around to face him and held him out at arm's length. "Just what, Love?"
"It won't be just me and you there tonight. I mean, we'll be there, but not with each other. That is, we will but..."
The ancient bit back the smile that threatened to embarrass his lover even more. Duncan was an innate exhibitionist but at
the same time, was like a reluctant bride. One had to almost move heaven and earth to get him out into the BDSM crowd,
but once he was there, there was none other quite like him.
Methos kissed his forehead. "I won't force you to do anything you don't feel comfortable doing, Duncan."
MacLeod blushed. Anytime Methos spoke his name in that querying kind of voice, it meant he was handling him with kid
gloves. Mac didn't consider himself a wimp, so he bolstered his courage, squared his broad shoulders and lifted his regal
head.
"No, I know, Methos. We'll go. It's just, please don't go too far." Mac hesitantly appealed as he reached for a sheer, ecru
dressing gown which did very little to cover his heavenly form. Almost absentmindedly did the Scot at last slip on his duster
which housed the antique Katana sword.
Methos followed MacLeod out the door and down the stairway to the Thunderbird in the alley. Climbing into the passenger
side of the car, he reassured his partner. "Don't worry, Love, I'll not leave the room."
"Brian, are you sure we're in the right place?" Michael asked for the fourth time as the four men were escorted into the
obviously expensive nightclub.
"Yes, Michael. Will you relax?" said the handsome young man with a devil-may-care, half grin. "I met Adam here the other
night and we, ah, talked."
Ted's accountant face frowned. "Are you sure that's all you did?"
"That's all we did, Ted," Brian replied. "Of course, it would have been more but it was obvious he was taken."
Emmett ran a hand through his hair and fluttered, "Well, I'm looking for my soul mate," he added with a flair in his lilting
voice. "I hope we have enough money for this auction of tempting flesh."
"Adam said not to worry about it; he'd take care of it."
Michael frowned. "Well, I hope so because I can't afford anything on my salary."
Duncan watched Methos precede him through the door of the nightclub. The much older Immortal always entered a room
quietly and unobtrusively but as though he owned it. Which, in fact, the old miser did own this particular one called 'The
Blue Dahlia'. Duncan had been assaulted and kidnapped from this very place. Upon MacLeod's return, Methos bought and
renovated it, at no small cost. The old man tried to pass it off as just a business deal, but Duncan suspected it was to help
Mac overcome any emotional constraints he might have had regarding the whole affair. Anyway, whatever the reason, he'd
changed the name from The Black Dahlia to The Blue Dahlia and it was now one of the most popular night spots in
Seacouver.
Roger, the maitre d' bowed and ushered his boss and Duncan down the hall to the main room. Not until they were inside did
Methos, or Adam Pierson as he was known, relinquish his outer coat. Roger took the overcoat, draped it over his left arm
and then took MacLeod's as well. He carried the garments to a clothes rack near the rear door. Thus, if the Immortals were
confronted by another of their kind, their swords were at their fingertips in addition to an alley in which to conduct their
affairs.
Duncan's chocolate eyes seductively blinked as his vision beheld his partner's attire. Methos' skin tight, black leather pants
accentuated his long legs and muscular thighs. He didn't wear a shirt, but donned a black leather vest trimmed in silver chain
lacing on the sides and front. His high-topped, black leather boots reached almost to his knees. A single silver earring
dangled from his left ear and a silver chain looped his neck. The only other adornment he had was a coiled, black leather
whip that fit almost too perfectly onto the left side of his belt.
The room they entered was large enough for approximately fifty patrons. It was decorated in forest green and brown with
draperies of similar color scheme. Lighting consisted of varying types of flickering lights imitating candles but using
electrical outlets instead. There was a wet bar in one corner and tables scattered throughout the room for the customers.
Two waiters and a bus boy were setting up the tables for dinner. A small spotlight had been rigged in a far corner with its
beam directed on the small circular stage in the center of the room. Unseen at first glance were the doors filling the walls.
These rooms, with the exception of the kitchen area, were equipped with queen sized beds and small tables for those who
wished more privacy.
The party's theme, 'Master and Slave For The Night,' included an auction with the proceeds going to a local battered
spouses' refuge. Whichever one of the couple that wished to play the part of the slave would be sold to a 'Master' for the
evening. The one stipulation being that any and all bondage and discipline games had to be done in the presence of the whole
group. Then, if the Master and his Slave wished some 'personal hands on attention,' they were free to choose one of the
smaller quarters.
Many of those invited were acquaintances Methos had met there at the club. The one thing they all had in common was they
enjoyed varied, kinky sex games. Four of the men, Michael, Brian, Ted and Emmett had arrived and sat at a table near the
main entrance. Methos led the Highlander over to them for introductions.
"Mac, this is Brian Kinney. We met here a few nights ago," the ancient introduced. "Brian, this is Duncan MacLeod."
Brian's usually impassive face broke into a grin upon viewing the handsome Immortal. * No wonder Adam is unavailable,
* he thought to himself. * I'd be unavailable, too. *
The two men nodded to each other but it was obvious to Methos that Duncan was just a wee bit jealous of the young man.
Brian introduced his friends. "Pleasure, Mac. This is Ted Schmidt and Michael Novotny."
Emmett danced up to Mac and Adam and handed them each a drink.
"And I am Emmett Honeycutt, you luscious morsel," he observed and ran a questing finger down MacLeod's chest.
Duncan groaned and promptly downed the drink. He had a hunch he'd need more than one before this night was over.
"I adore the music, Adam," Emmett continued. "Scheherazade by Korsakov is perfect for tonight!"
Methos grinned at Emmett's persistent fondling of Duncan's gown. "I'm glad you like it," speaking of the instrumental music
softly playing over the speaker system.
Honeycutt's tall, reed thin body hung against MacLeod's muscular one. "You know, I just 'must' see what you're hiding
under here!"
Duncan caught the youngster's prying fingers before Emmett untied his robe to reveal Duncan's almost nonexistent clothing.
"Yes, well, you will, a bit later on."
MacLeod almost welcomed a respite from Honeycutt's attentions when Amanda floated into the room. Amanda had found
out about the planned affair and had wormed an invitation. When she arrived, MacLeod was astonished to find out that
Richie Ryan was her date. Mac instantly had qualms about 'performing' in front of his former student, but Methos' reassuring
hand on his mid back somewhat soothed his fears.
The tall, leggy female Immortal was dressed in a one-piece black leather jumpsuit which accented every curve and bulge she
possessed. Her black hair was short and slicked back. She looked every inch the 'mistress' shopping for a slave. Richie, being
the slave, wore tight jeans, a see-through net T-shirt and sandals.
"Look at you, MacLeod!" Amanda greeted. She leaned into the Highlander's body and slid her nails down his dressing gown.
"Oh, my, what's this? I've never seen you in a number like this one before."
MacLeod blushed and grasped her searching hands. "Let's just say I'm broadening my horizons, Amanda."
The beautiful Immortal thief sauntered to Methos. "I'll bet you have something to do with this, Adam," she teased.
The ancient hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Wait until later; he gets better," nodding toward the Scot.
Amanda returned his grin with a knowing smile. "I can't wait."
Richard Ryan stopped in front of his former teacher and swept his blue gaze up and down MacLeod's scantily clad frame.
"Mac, you are one hot number!"
"Uh, hi Richie," MacLeod stuttered. "I didn't know you were coming."
The young redhead laughed, "Yeah, well, neither did it, but you know how persuasive Amanda can be."
The Scot leveled a long look at his best friend and on again, off again lover still in Methos' arms. "Don't I know it, Rich."
When Amanda and Richie had moved on, Duncan's pale face glared at his lover. "What the hell is Richie doing here,
Methos?" he hissed.
"It'll be okay, Mac; Richie's cool," he soothed, softly kissing the Scot's pouty lips.
Duncan was surprised to see Alice and Sam Benedict, owners of 'The Springs', of which MacLeod had been an unwilling
member not too long ago. Oddly enough, he and Adam liked Sam and Alice, enough so that the four had become friends.
"Hi, Mac," greeted the husky black man, shaking hands with MacLeod and Pierson. "I wasn't sure Alice and I would be
welcome."
MacLeod shrugged. "What's done is done, Sam. Besides, considering everything, you both took good care of me."
"Oh, Pretty Boy," the attractive blonde crooned, hugging the Highlander. "You look better than ever."
MacLeod blushed and dropped his chin. "Yeah, well, you are a knock out tonight yourself, Alice."
Alice was obviously intending to be a Slave. She wore a skimpy light green bra and panties and a matching pair of high
heeled shoes. Her husband, on the other hand, was every inch the Master in a pair of khakis.
The tall, gray haired, distinguished patron from 'The Springs,' Eric Sayers, was the next guest. On his arm was Bambi, one of
Alice's 'girls'.
Sayers greeted, "If it isn't Pretty Boy. I am fortunate tonight."
MacLeod met the wealthy businessman's penetrating eye, unconsciously lifting his chin. "I will not be available for you this
evening, Sayers."
Sayers shook his head, "Pity." He turned to his companion. "Come, Bambi. I'm sure a fine establishment like this has quality
liquor."
The once fellow prostitute, Bambi, briefly hugged MacLeod and followed in Sayers' wake.
However, it was the next guest that stunned the Highlander.
"MacLeod! Thanks for the invite! It should prove to be a most interesting evening."
The Scot closed his gaping mouth when his Watcher, Joe Dawson, came up and pounded him on his shoulder. "Joe, what
the hell are you doing here?!"
Duncan felt Methos' arm slip around his waist in reassurance.
"It's okay, Duncan," the ancient soothed. "Joe's the auctioneer."
"Yep, that's me!" Dawson nodded. Leaning closer to the Immortals, he whispered, "I wouldn't have missed this for the
world, Mac."
"Yeah, well, if I had any say, you would have, Dawson," MacLeod fretted.
Duncan felt his lover press a glass into his hand.
"Here, Mac, have a drink. Don't get your knickers in such a twist." Methos waved the Watcher on into the room and away
from his very reluctant companion.
MacLeod glared at the older Immortal. "I don't wear knickers!"
A bit later, Amanda glided over to Alice Barstow. The tall, striking blonde rivaled her in height. The Immortal, herself
almost six feet, found few women with whom she was eye level. Plus, Alice was beautiful and a perfect compliment to her
dark skinned husband. Quite frankly, Amanda was attracted to her.
"Hi, I'm Amanda," she greeted.
The Madam nodded and sipped her margarita. "You're a friend of Pret...ah, Duncan and Adam's."
Amanda spluttered her own drink over her jumpsuit. "What did you start to call MacLeod?"
Alice rolled her eyes. "That slipped out. I promised him I wouldn't call him that." Sensing a fellow conspirator when it came
to men, she leaned in toward the Immortal. "I'll tell you if you promise not to say anything to Duncan."
Amanda drew a small cross over her heart with her finger. "Hope to die."
The two women drew away from the nearby four young men who were talking to Richie.
"My husband and I own The Springs and while Duncan stayed with us, his name was 'Pretty Boy.'"
Amanda burst out laughing and promptly clapped a hand over her mouth. When she again had her voice, she asked in a soft,
tiny tone, "Pretty Boy? MacLeod?"
"You should have seen him then, Amanda. You wouldn't have recognized him."
The Madam proceeded to fill the lovely thief in on exactly what the Highlander had looked like, or what they had changed
him into, during his stay as one of her 'girls.' Both women ignored the stare the Scot gave them as if he knew what they were
talking about.
"Uh, boss?" Roger whispered in Adam's ear.
The ancient turned from his conversation with Michael and Ted. "Yes, what is it?"
"There's a fellow wanting admission to the auction."
Methos glanced toward the open doorway and recognized the Albino standing with a red headed woman who was one of
the Barstows' prostitutes from The Springs. He identified him. "Sven Thordsen."
Roger nodded. "That's what he calls himself, boss. Can he come in?"
"Wait a minute, Roger," Methos instructed and crossed over to where MacLeod was talking to Sam Barstow and Brian
Kinney.
The Albino is here. He wants to come in for the auction."
MacLeod's smile faded to a frown. "Thordsen?"
Methos nodded. "It's up to you, Love."
The Scot's jaw hardened and his lips thinned in derision. "Yeah, why not. We have some unfinished business."
Methos turned back to his employee. "Let him come in but make sure it's just him and the woman, no one else."
Roger nodded and carried out his orders. The Albino momentarily entered the room and headed straight for MacLeod.
"Hello, Pretty Boy. Are you ready for me?"
Duncan MacLeod braced his shoulders and kept a straight face in spite of the tic in his jaw that demonstrated his rage. "I
don't think you want what I'd give," he spat back.
Brian Kinney, who'd been intrigued by the interchange, now stepped back in mild shock at the visible change in MacLeod's
demeanor. As fantastically attractive as MacLeod was, he was also very dangerous and capable of taking down any person
who threatened him or his friends.
Methos stepped in between the two men before any real trouble started. "Mac, it's about time for the auction."
MacLeod nodded and attempted to curb his anger. The Albino had been the one who'd kidnapped him and forced him into
prostitution. Meanwhile, Methos motioned to Dawson to start the auction.
Joe made his slow passage up to the circular stage and picked up the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our main feature of this evening!" He stopped during the loud cheering and applause
from the attendees. "Okay, here's how it works. The slaves for the evening will come up here on stage and exhibit their
wares." Joe had to again pause for a bevy of whistles and catcalls. He tried again. "All the money collected tonight will be
donated to The Seacouver Shelter For Abuse." The audience nodded and clapped their pleasure at the donation. "Ordinarily,
real slave auctions would demand that the slaves be stripped and a number painted on their, ah, bodies. However, for tonight
only and since we all pretty much are friends, we will deviate from the routine. We do have some strict rules. All our slaves
will have a safe word that will be agreed upon with their masters. Nor will they be allowed to leave the premises. The doors
around the room lead to some nice big beds." The Watcher's voice was again smothered by everyone's loud reactions. "All
discipline measures, though, will be carried out here in the main room. That leaves the beds for the, ah, more personal
examinations," Dawson finished, a huge grin on his whiskered face.
Joe looked at Adam. "Does that about cover it?"
The Immortal agreed. "Let's get on with it."
The first Slave to be auctioned turned out to be Michael Novotny. He was more or less drafted by his other friends and
shoved up onto the circular stage. He wore a plain shirt and jeans.
"What's your name, Slave?" Joe asked the youth.
Michael grinned and ran a nervous hand through his dark hair. "Michael."
"Okay, Mike, our buyers need to view your assets before they'll bid," Dawson instructed.
Michael proceeded to do a half hearted striptease as he slid out of his shirt and then his pants. That left him in a pair of red
and white polka dotted boxer shorts and his socks. The boy blushed when the group exploded in laughter at his choice of
underwear.
"Very nice," Joe nodded, "What am I bid for this fine specimen of an American lad?"
"Two hundred," Sam called out.
Two or three other customers bid in small increments until the price was $250.00.
"Is that all? I think the lad is worth a lot more. Dig in your pockets ladies and gentlemen!" Joe encouraged.
Sayers had been eyeing the good looking young man and raised his hand. "Five hundred dollars!"
Joe looked at Sam who grinned but shook his head. "Let him have him! There's plenty more here!"
Michael hopped off the stage and was grateful when the older man who'd paid for his 'services' smiled and patted him on the
shoulder. His Master's first demand was that he sit at Sayers' feet and feed him bits of food by hand. Michael figured he was
getting off lightly and happily submitted.
The next one up was Ted Schmidt. He was even more reticent than Michael and would only remove his slacks, leaving his
T-shirt and boxers on. Bids were quite low at the start and Ted was pretty much discouraged at that point.
Sam felt sorry for the youngster and held up his hand. "That one's mine, Joe! I bid six hundred dollars!"
Dawson held up his hand to quiet the laughter and good natured ribaldry. "Anyone else have a bid for Ted?"
No one else did, so the former accountant joined Barstow at his table.
"Okay, who's next?" the auctioneer asked.
"I am," Alice Barstow asked with a grin for her husband. She proceeded to leap up on the platform and slink around the
small area seductively, wriggling her hips. "You know, I'm usually the one doing the auctioning, so this is a special treat for
me!" she quipped, eliciting a splatter of chuckles and applause from the audience.
The Watcher noticed the gleam in Amanda's blue eyes and knew without a doubt that the Immortal wanted the Madame of
The Springs. This time, there was some spirited bidding, but in the end, Amanda was given the pleasure of Alice's company
for a mere one thousand dollars.
When Alice joined her Master, Amanda immediately tugged her close for a mind blowing, deep throated kiss. To which,
everyone in the room howled in glee. She was then sat next to 'Mistress Amanda' so that the Immortal could fondle her
voluptuous body at leisure.
The next 'Slave' to be auctioned was Bambi, another one of Alice's girls. The prostitute had been hired by her companion,
the wealthy Mr. Eric Sayers. She was looking forward to the change of pace.
Dawson leered at Bambi and quipped, "You know, I might just take this one for myself!"
The audience again exploded in laughter. Joe had stiff competition from two of the men, but was able to outbid them and
purchased Bambi for three hundred and fifty dollars.
"You just stay right here by me, little girl," he instructed, "and make sure I have plenty to drink." To which, Bambi laughed,
hugged him and then sat down on the stairs leading up onto the stage.
"I've got mine! Who's next?" laughed Dawson.
"It's my turn, Joe," Richie Ryan called out and hopped up to join his friend.
The youngest Immortal present swaggered around the stage and wiggled his tight buns.
"Is that the best you can do?" MacLeod jokingly yelled.
The redhead paused and lifted an eyebrow, mocking his teacher's characteristic. "My Master will have to pay to unwrap my
goods," he baited.
Emmett Honeycutt yelled, "Wow, I've got to have him! How much money have you guys got?" he asked his friends.
Somehow, the boy managed to scrape up five hundred dollars after his other three buddies added their share to his, and
'bought' Richie for the night. Emmett bobbed over to the platform and held out his hand to assist his 'new purchase.' Richie
went along with him and tiptoed down the riser steps as though he were walking on glass.
"My time," piped Brian Kinney as he took his place on stage, "and I want you," he announced, pointing at Methos, "for my
Master."
A frown creased MacLeod's forehead while Sven Thordsen's colorless face smirked.
Methos' saw the Highlander's reaction and laid a gentle hand on his lover's shoulder. "It'll be all right, Duncan."
"I know," he answered, an almost inaudible catch in his voice.
Brian skinned out of his clothes in no time until he stood there with only a pair of red bikini briefs on his well built body.
Grinning, he waited for the young looking man with the very old, hazel eyes to pay his price, in what promised to be a fun
evening.
Thordsen bid on the boy but only as a token. The Albino knew exactly who he was here for. Duncan MacLeod was the only
package worth considering. He was the main event, and besides, Sven still had to make the Scot pay for slipping away from
The Springs and his control. Sam and Alice had rebelled after MacLeod was gone. Thordsen had thought to muscle them
back into the fold, but the couple had enough money and local influence to oust the Albino out of their business.
By the time the Albino's wool gathering thoughts had returned to the auction, Pierson had purchased the kid Brian for six
hundred. Kinney, who obviously preferred men over women as his partners, kissed his new 'Master', and hung his arm about
Adam's neck.
With Brian spoken for, that left only Monica and MacLeod. It didn't really matter to Monica who she ended up with, as long
as it wasn't that creep the Albino. So, she waved her hand and suggested, "Why don't you take Pretty Boy next. He's waited
long enough!"
MacLeod flushed but at Methos' and Richie's urgings, headed for the stage.
His Watcher grinned and motioned toward him. "Come on, MacLeod, let's get this over with so this old man can retire with
his own slave!"
The Highlander stepped up on the platform in full view of everyone. He still wore the transparent robe that hid his essentially
naked body. He caught the Albino's leering eye and unconsciously lifted his chin in defiance of the mortal who was almost
salivating for the chance to get at his flesh.
"Come on, Mac, take it off!" Richie Ryan hollered. "We all had to; now it's your turn!"
The audience whistled and yelled its confirmation of Richie's suggestion. Duncan bit his lip and turned his back to the
ecstatic people clamoring to look at him. It was at that precise moment, the soft music switched to a boisterous rendition of
the sort used by strip teasers.
"Ah, what the hell! I'll give them their money's worth!" he growled and began gyrating his hips as only someone who's kept
in shape can move.
As the music grew louder, Duncan bumped and twisted his hips, slipping a sleeve of his garment off one shoulder. He then
unfastened the snaps in front to allow the sheer fabric to glide down his back. As bait, he looked over his bare shoulder and
winked.
MacLeod's rapt audience was now having fits. Richie and Emmett were shrieking, Alice and Amanda were laughing so hard,
they held each other up and Sam, Ted and Michael were grinning from ear to ear. The rest of the group's jaws had dropped
in awe of the Highlander. Sayers and Thordsen both closed their gaping mouths, their eyes literally devouring MacLeod's
nigh perfect conformation.
Brian nudged Adam in the ribs and whispered in his ear, "Do you go to bed with that gorgeous hunk every night?"
Adam didn't take his eyes off his Highland brat. He simply nodded, "Um hum, and he's just as big a cock tease in bed as he is
up on that stage."
Duncan let his robe glide on down his body until it cupped his naked, dimpled buttocks. At that precise point, he swung
around and presented himself to the room. The spotlight reflected the blue stones adorning his collar and girdle. Even his
G-String did little to mask his engorging shaft from his audience's view. The robe slithered unheeded to the floor.
It was also at that time Methos realized Mac's coffee colored eyes were not looking at any of them in the room. They were
focused upon an unseen point over their heads. Only for a fleeting second did he lower his gaze until it rested upon the
oldest Immortal. Methos shivered when he realized that Duncan was as apprehensive now as he'd been at The Springs.
Brian Kinney and Joe Dawson were the only other ones in the room that witnessed and realized what the nonverbal
interchange between Adam Pierson and Duncan MacLeod truly meant.
Brian cast a glance over toward the Albino. He could almost see the man drooling in his need to possess MacLeod. The
mortal leaned toward Adam and whispered in his ear, "You're not going to let that bastard have him, are you?"
Without wavering his vision from Duncan, Methos shook his head.
"I mean," Brian continued, "if it means I'm out, that's okay."
The ancient turned his face and pecked Brian on his lips. "Thank you, Brian, but MacLeod can handle himself."
Meanwhile, Joe Dawson stepped forward until he stood beside the Scot. He'd watched the Highlander too many years not to
have seen his reactions to the scrutiny he was being given. Mac had flushed a beet red at first, but then had gritted his teeth
in determination to see this thing through. Now, however, he was pale and obviously apprehensive, not of his friends in the
room, but of the possibility of Thordsen winning the highest bid for him.
Joe whispered to the Scot, "Mac, are you okay?"
Duncan shifted his eyes around to his Watcher's concerned face. "Yeah, Joe, I'm fine. Let's get it on."
Dawson winked and pulled the mike up to his mouth. "The bidding is now under way for our next Slave."
"One thousand dollars!" Sven Thordsen boomed.
Audible gasps rippled through the group, but only Duncan's closest friends realized the dangerous undercurrents in the
room.
Methos stepped forward and quietly met the Albino's amount with, "Two thousand dollars."
"Twenty-five hundred!" Thordsen retorted.
"Three thousand dollars," Methos countered.
He then shifted his glassy, golden green eyes upon the pink ones of his opponent. Sven Thordsen had dealt with his share of
hardened, underworld thugs and killers, but he'd never before seen the cold blooded promise of death that this seemingly
young man leveled upon him.
Despite the potential threat, Sven would not to be denied. "Four thousand!"
Methos debated whether or not to up Mac's ante. Deciding to ask the Scot himself, he walked to the stage and motioned
MacLeod down to him. "Are you okay with this, Mac? Can you handle him?"
The Highlander's familiar stubborn set of his jaw spoke volumes to the ancient.
"Sure I can handle him. I'll let you know if I need help."
Adam nodded and waved a sign of capitulation. Sven Thordsen had just bought Duncan MacLeod for one evening. *
Heaven help the pale eyed son-of-a-bitch if he hurts him.* Methos promised.
Sayers, meanwhile, was wise enough to not rock any boats. He had the company of an attractive young man for the evening.
True, he wasn't Duncan MacLeod, but Eric Sayers was alive and well. Which might not be the case for the Albino if he tried
to go too far with the Scot.
Everyone started talking and calling for drinks now that the auction was over. Thordsen reached inside his jacket and
removed a black leather leash. Stepping up to the stage, he snapped it onto MacLeod's collar and drug him down to stand
beside him.
"Kneel before your Master!" he ordered. Duncan mutely obeyed but gasped when the Albino ruthlessly ripped off the satin
material covering Mac's groin. "You are not to be covered again until I'm finished with you, Slave."
Amanda had joined Richie. When they saw what the Albino had done, their eyes boggled. They both waited though to see
what MacLeod would do. When he docilely did as he was bade, Richie shrugged his shoulders.
"Mac can handle himself, Amanda. He'll be okay."
The Immortal thief wasn't so sure of that but answered, "I hope you're right, Richard."
Joe used his cane to maneuver himself off the platform. Bambi was waiting for him. Monica, who'd essentially been left out,
was quietly chatting with Bambi.
"Hey, we forgot you," Dawson observed.
The tall redhead sidled alongside the Watcher's tall frame. "That's okay, Joe. If it's all right, I'll just come along with Bambi."
She winked one green eye. "That is, if you're man enough to handle both of us," she purred.
"Hell, yes, I can do both of you!" he answered. He motioned to one of the waiters in the room. "Son, bring us some drinks
to that little room over there."
Joe saw the young man hurry off to do as he was bid. "Come with me, ladies," he invited, leading the way to the room he'd
been assigned to. The night was coming out a lot better than he'd at first thought.
Amanda and Alice did not tarry in the main room for very long either. The women wanted privacy and after grabbing a
bottle of champagne and two glasses, they found themselves an empty room and promptly shut the door.
Neither Sam Barstow nor Ted, on the other hand, were one's for most of the sex games others played. So, they, too, got
some drinks and secluded themselves to make slow easy love, drink some and talk a lot. Which suited both of them very
much.
Emmett, however, didn't get to play the Master too very often. He didn't have that kind of money. So, he planned on making
the most of the situation. He took Richie into a room and instructed his Slave to slowly strip for him. The Immortal gave
him a great show and then promptly pushed Emmett down on the bed. He demonstrated some innovative methods of how to
properly instruct his dog, Richie, and the most effective way to punish him if he did not behave. Various sounds echoed from
behind their closed door, demonstrating that both young men greatly approved of Richie's techniques.
Michael had initially been uneasy about what to expect from his 'Master,' Eric Sayers. He was pleasantly surprised to learn
that the wealthy business man did not particularly enjoy an audience for his foreplay either. So, they ensconced themselves in
their cubicle and Sayers treated the youngster to bouts of slow passionate love making.
Methos and Brian, on the other hand, did not trust the Albino. Upon unspoken agreement, they remained in the main room
with a few other guests who'd hung around to dine and drink. It wasn't that the ancient didn't trust Mac to take care of
himself. He didn't want the Highlander to feel he was by himself.
Brian first stripped off his remaining clothes. As he himself was open to most anything, he proceeded to suggest to his
'Master' that he be harnessed up in pony gear, which the house had provided, and pulled Methos around the room in a cart.
Sven Thordsen knew he'd have to wait until he got Pretty Boy in one of the secluded rooms to do what he desired. There
were other methods he could implement immediately. "Down on all fours, Puppy!" he ordered and smiled when MacLeod
did as he was told. The Albino patted Duncan on the head. "Now, then, you will obey my every wish like a good dog."
He paused to remove the bamboo cane he'd brought with him in a pack and rubbed its end over MacLeod's exposed
posterior. "If you do not," he purred, "I will be forced to correct you.". Then, without warning, he swatted the Scot's bare
buttocks. Duncan jumped but otherwise did not move.
Thordsen shortened Duncan's leash until his head and body were alongside his new Master's. The Albino rubbed the whip all
along Duncan's back and buttocks. Sven sat down in a chair and tugged on Duncan's leash until he was on his hands and
knees beside him. "I am not a mean Master but I do demand instant obedience."
"Yes, Master," MacLeod quietly replied as he exchanged a quick glance and nod to Methos that he was okay. "May I have a
safe word, Master?"
Thordsen nodded, "Yes, you may and a safe movement."
"My safe word is Haven and my safe movement is raising my left hand."
"That's fine, Pretty Boy. If you feel threatened or are not able to handle whatever I do, you may say Haven if you are not
gagged and may raise your left paw, if you aren't able to talk."
Methos smiled; MacLeod would be fine. If Thordsen tried to pull anything, the big Scot could handle him. He tugged on his
own 'pony.' "Come on, youngster, let's go into our stable."
Brian grinned and drug Pierson in the cart until they were in front of their assigned room. Adam unhitched the mortal and
led him behind the closed door so they could enjoy some privacy.
Thordsen saw the exchange and pulled a black silk scarf from his pack, tying it around Duncan's eyes. "I do not want to
alarm you, Puppy, but I think it best if your attention is focused upon me and not on anyone else."
Duncan held still while his new 'Master' fondled his back, hips, thighs and at last, his dangling testicles. Mac couldn't help but
moan and lean into Sven's erotic hand upon this latest stimulus. Whereupon, he flinched when Sven slapped his right
buttock.
"You will not utter a sound until I tell you to, Slave." He did not expect a response and went on to tell him, "Turn your
melons toward me like a good dog."
Duncan did as he was asked and felt Sven part his buttocks.
Sven murmured, "Such beautiful melons." He then leaned forward and licked the Scot's tight opening. His digit dipped into
it and all around it.
It was all Mac could do to restrain himself from verbal responses to his Master's attentions.
The Albino saw that the Scot's cock was hard, so he tapped him on his hip. "Lie down on your side, Pretty Boy."
Mac obeyed him. He wasn't surprised when his Master secured a leather cock ring snugly about the base of his dog's 'bone.'
"Now you won't come any too soon. You're such a good little puppy," Sven crooned as he began lightly tickling Duncan's
ribs.
At first Duncan valiantly tried to suppress his laughter, but when his right leg began twitching as Sven continued tormenting
Mac's tickle spot, he giggled loudly.
Mac stopped, however, when he heard Sven, "Tsk tsk."
"I see I am going to have to curb your outbursts, you naughty little puppy. Open your mouth," the Albino smoothly ordered.
When MacLeod had done so, he slid a bit in the shape of a dog bone into Mac's mouth and fastened the leather straps behind
his head. Duncan felt a bit uneasy because now he could neither see nor say anything. Still, it was a challenge for him to
submit control of himself to someone else, so he did not object. If needs be, he could communicate his safe movement and if
the Albino did not listen, he would take care of the mortal the hard way.
Duncan startled when he felt a stinging pain across his buttocks from Thordsen's cane.
"You are not paying attention, naughty dog. I see I shall have to give you intense discipline." Sven stood up and tugged on
Duncan's leash. "Come, puppy, we need some privacy."
A part of MacLeod was glad he couldn't see the expressions on the remaining guests' faces when he crawled across the room
on his hands and knees to his and Thordsen's room. He heard the door close and Sven led him toward the bed. Duncan held
up his left hand which was his safe movement.
"Yes, Slave, what is it?" Sven asked, removing Duncan's gag.
"Master, could we omit the blindfold so that I can see you. And, may we leave the gag out? I promise not to make any
noise."
Sven seemed to ponder MacLeod's requests for a moment before acceding to the Scot's requests. "I'll forget about the
blindfold, but I must insist upon the gag. You need to keep your bone in your mouth to remember your status as an animal, a
dog."
Duncan whispered, "Thank you, Master," in acceptance of Thordsen's terms and obediently opened his mouth so that the
Albino could replace the bone. He remained on his hands and knees because Sven had not released him from it.
"I am proud that you did not move. You are a good dog." Sven patted him on his head. "Now then, I have something special
for you tonight, Pretty Boy." Sven dug into his pack and removed a black, electrical unit to which was attached a long, black
rubber hose, an electrical butt plug, lubricant and a pair of latex gloves. "This is the latest device in stimulation, but I have
taken it a step further and developed my own little creation."
Thordsen sat down on the bed and slowly put his gloves. He patted the mattress and Duncan obediently crawled up on it,
sitting beside his master. "On your back." The Scot scooted to the center of the bed and laid down. Sven stuck two pillows
underneath Mac's buttocks and positioned the Scot's legs wide apart. He then lubricated the black hose and slipped its tip
into Duncan's rectum.
MacLeod felt his body tighten from the invasion and took some long deep breaths to relax himself. He couldn't help but
wonder if the blindfold hadn't been a good idea after all. After the initial sphincter spasm, his rectum sent a communication
of pleasure as the rubber hose teased his prostate.
"That's it, relax," Sven soothed.
When the hose was in place, the Albino fitted the butt plug through Duncan's rosebud opening. Duncan grabbed a handful of
sheet in each fist when the first light jolt of electricity traveled from the plug, up the rubber hose and all throughout his
colon. MacLeod's back bowed up as the tremor communicated to every nerve in his body. He would've cried out if not for
the dog bit gag.
"Yes, relax, Pretty Boy, that's it. Let it ripple through your system."
At long last, the Albino switched off the plug and removed it. He then took out the hose and lubricated his own cock.
Unfastening Duncan's cock ring, he then knelt between the Scot's outspread legs and inserted himself into Mac's rectum, all
in one movement. It only took a few forward and backward movements until both the Albino and Scot flooded the other
with their cum..
Much later that night, an exhausted Highlander climbed into the Thunderbird. Methos had graciously offered to drive.
MacLeod had taken a change of clothes and changed before they'd left the night club. He stretched his bluejean clad legs out
and crossed the ankles. He then leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Methos quietly asked.
"Um, yes, actually, I did. I wasn't sure at first, especially when I ended up paired with the Albino."
"He was pretty good, was he?" the elder Immortal queried, a peculiar tone in his voice that Duncan didn't pick up on.
"Yes, he was. He did some things I didn't expect." Duncan opened his sleepy chestnut eyes and focused blearily upon his
partner. "I'll tell you about it later. How was yours?"
Methos grinned. "He was fine, really fine. I'd be tempted to do a repeat with him one of these days."
"Was he as good as me?"
"Probably, he's more experienced than you are."
That placid remark awoke MacLeod to what he'd not said to his mate. Sitting upright, Duncan slipped his left arm across
Methos' shoulders. "Thordsen doesn't hold a candle to you, Methos."
Methos drove into the dojo's alley and tossed MacLeod its keys. "I'm glad you think so," he replied, methodically climbing
the stairs.
Mac inserted the keys and opened the door. He hung his outer coat on the clothes rack and tossed the bundle of other togs
he'd worn earlier that night on the chair. "Do you want a drink, Methos?" he asked as he walked to the bar.
The ancient closed the door and removed his outer coat. Still clad in his leather pants, he now whirled upon his lover and
stalked over to him. "How dare you sleep with someone else, Highlander!"
Duncan set down the shot glasses with a clink and swung around, his brown eyes widened. "Methos, it's not like that!"
"Oh, yes, it is," Methos answered as his voice lowered a decibel. "And you are going to be punished for being naughty and
sleeping with someone else!"
It was at that point the Scot realized his lover had set up a 'bdsm scene,' so he played along, remaining where he was. "I am
sorry, Master," he whispered and lowered his head in dejection.
Methos walked up to the recalcitrant youngster and glared at the Scot. "Drop them, Slave!"
Duncan's jaw sagged. "Drop them? Drop what, Master?"
The ancient leaned forward until his prominent proboscis almost touched that of MacLeod's. "I mean, drop your pants,
youngster."
MacLeod gulped, "Oh, ah, well, okay."
"I said do it!"
Duncan jumped and unbuckled his Celtic buckle. He then seductively swung his hips as he unsnapped his jeans and slid down
the zipper. "You mean like this?"
Methos ran a hand over his face to hide his smile. The Highlander was nothing but a cock tease.
When the Scot's jeans were around his ankles, Duncan lifted his glance and slowly blinked his long lashes. "What about my
undies?"
Methos reached around and swatted the Highlander's butt. "Yes, those, too!"
Duncan did as he was bid, hiding the flush of embarrassment that threatened to flood his entire body.
"Over to the bed, naughty child," Methos growled.
He chuckled at MacLeod who had to waddle like a duck toward the huge bed at the rear of the loft. Methos opened the
lower cabinet of the bedside table where they kept their 'toys' and removed a flat ping pong paddle. The ancient then sat
down on its edge and patted his lap.
"Assume the position, child," he softly whispered.
Duncan paused a millisecond before doing as he was bid. "Are you sure you can hold my weight, old man?" he asked, laying
face down across Methos' lap. He was answered with a stinging slap as a paddle popped him on his left buttock.
"What do you think, brat?"
Duncan lay naked on his stomach a long while later. Methos rubbed lotion, that really wasn't necessary for an Immortal, on
MacLeod's melons.
"Um, that feels good, Methos," Duncan mumbled. "You know, when I was a kid, I never thought a licking could be a
turn-on."
Methos leaned over and planted smooth kisses on MacLeod's pampered globes. "Bet you didn't get that when your dad
finished, though, did you?"
Duncan laughed and peered over his bare shoulder. "No, and he wasn't as handsome as you are, either."
Methos nodded, "Thank you." The ancient, himself naked, nudged the Scot. "Turn over." He then crammed some pillows
underneath his Highland lover's hips. He then grabbed the lubricant from the nearby bed table and slithered a generous
amount upon his rock hard shaft and Duncan's shining rose petal entrance.
Mac grinned, drawing his legs up toward his chest. He groaned when he felt his lover insert first one finger, then another
into his rectum. He expectantly waited for Methos to shove his sex into him. When it didn't happen, Duncan opened an eye.
"Is there something wrong?"
Methos shook his head, "No, I just thought I'd remind you, Duncan. It's my turn to be the slave next weekend."
"Anything you want, Love," MacLeod whispered. He then joined the other Immortal in the bliss of union when Methos
shoved his cock into his younger lover and tormented the Scot's prostate.
The End
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