Nobody: No Body.
Part one
I should never had stayed talking to Him in the bar that night I lost my job, and certainly should not have borrowed money -- at least not from Him. But the current credit crunch, with rising debts, outgoings and expenses soaring, had left me destitute. Losing my job at the bank was the final straw and there seemed no where to turn.
I had seen Him several times in bars and clubs over the past months, in my home town and when away on business trips. He always seemed to be there, sitting at the bar and raising his glass when he caught my eye. Not that I minded or even thought it odd that He should be there. I travelled extensively with my work and just assumed that He was another traveller -- alone in a strange city.
And why should I object to the attentions of this six foot three brick shit house of a man, with a goatee, cropped dark hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen? His was a body and face to make Tom's Men seem insignificant. He was always in leather jeans, or chaps with a skin tight black tee-shirt that hid nothing and revealed every ripple on His body plus two large heavily ringed nipples.
Now I have had a think for pierced men for many years and whilst I had a couple of tats, had never plucked up enough courage for rings -- but a Daddy with heavy piercings was another matter.
These regular meetings' eventually lead to a Hi' and before long, conversation. Being away from home, with a new acquaintance and a few beers, it was easy for me to talk about my life, my likes, desires and fantasies. The fact that I built up both my experience and my fantasies was not an issue - they were my fantasies. Little did I know the trouble this would get me into.