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** SHOW AND TELL **
We worked in the shop the entire day taking gay boy glamour photos. Snowflake worked in just his potty-training pants. The guys thought he was cute, and it helped get them in the mood for some very seductive shots. It was difficult though. They all wanted to play with Snowflake.
We worked late and afterwards went directly to the "Show and Tell" club. Besides the bar they have a little restaurant. We ate there, then sat and watched. The band wouldn't start their set for another hour. We sat on bar stools at high tables set about the room. Poor Snowflake! The black lights made is white training pants glow brightly. They caught every one's attention. "Nice boy you have there." "He looks so cute in those training pants." "He's so well built. Thin but not skinny!" "Where did you find such a cutie?" It seemed that everyone I knew, and many I didn't, just had to come over and ogle him. "You are getting a lot of attention!" His face was flushed red. "You should be happy. I haven't heard one negative comment. They all love you." "You think so?" `Listen to what they are saying and the looks on their faces. "You should be proud." "But I'm wearing these silly little boy panties." "Well you WERE a BAD BOY. But learn to make the best of things. A lot of these people think they are cute on you. The music will start in a little while. I want you to go out on the floor and show me your dance moves. Wiggle your pantie covered ass. Flirt with them all. Be sexy in them. Give them a seductive show. Make all their cocks grow. But be careful. Flirt but don't get in trouble. I think you will find you're a sexy little thing even in your BAD BOY panties! I THINK YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY!" He was still blushing, but he seemed to be deep in thought.
He was quiet for some time, but his blush left, and he began to smile, maybe even smirk. "What are you thinking about. Why are you smiling that dirty looking smile?" He leaned back on the table. I don't know if he was aware. But, with his legs wrapped around the stool legs, and leaning back like that, his glowing panties were right out front for all to see. The material had pulled back some and the cock cage bulge was more evident than ever.
"What's this place like? What are the rules in here?" "Well this club has been around for a long long time. They make a lot of money here and contribute to a lot of community things. They have purchased little league uniforms, installed benches at the sports park and other nice things around the county. They have a good security staff. There will be at least four good sized bouncers in here tonight. They wear leather attire with orange trim. There will be two more at the door. There are very few rules. There is to be no violence. They are very careful that no one gets drunk. There are no sex acts on the premises. They know all the regulars and closely watch any newbies. But, like the name says Show and Tell" means that you can show and tell ALL. Although nudity clubs are not legal, this club quietly allows it. They allow sexy teasing, and sexy dancing. The club understands. The town understands. The police understand. Management here has been very good at keeping it all to good healthy fun. When the police must make a raid, they blow their sirens coming down the hill. The bouncers at the door let everyone know and turn up all the lights. Everyone makes themselves decent' so to speak. This is not a raunchy place, but it is a fun place. The Show and Tell club have a very good reputation and is for the most part left alone. AND, we all know, that for this freedom to continue, we must be decent people. We all feel that nudity and sex are normal human doings. BUT we subscribe to the rule that all will be done in fun and with respect. No one gets injured or hurt. If anyone is offended by the goings on, either the goings on are changed or the party quietly leaves. No one is forced beyond their desire. IN OTHER WORDS, BE NICE AND HAVE FUN, and all will be well." "Boy, this is a unique place." "You have yet to see! It is unique but we have worked hard over the years to make it possible. If things are not going right, the security staff are well trained to diffuse a situation in a very quiet amicable manner, and things return to a pleasant normal. You will see the bouncers are a considerable size but seldom need to use it!"
"Hey John, come over here. I'd like you to meet Thomas Snow better known as Snowflake. Snowflake this is just one of the security detail. Notice the orange trim on his heavy leather clothing." "Glad to meet you Snowflake. I like that name." "Snowflake is here with me. I've explained the unspoken rules of the game. As you can see, he is a very sexy young man. Although he looks younger, he is twenty-two so can drink. He is here under my control. Here is his license showing his age." "Thank you, Bill. I appreciate your conformance with our spirit of things. Have you explained to him the safety strategy here?" "Yes, but I haven't yet explained to him the `safety net'." "Snowflake, you look young and it appears that you are on the submissive side of the line. That is fine here and I wish you to have fun. I doubt it will ever happen. But just in case you ever feel uncomfortable with what is happening around you, you may summon the security staff one of two ways. One, say or yell "RED LIGHT" one of us will be at your side before you finish saying it. We are constantly watching... Constantly. Two, you make the sign, like this, of cutting your throat or choking. Again, we will be there instantly. If you can't do either of these two, rest assured we will be watching. We may approach you and quietly ask in your ear if you are "Good". We ALL have fun here but NEVER at the expense of another... NEVER. We security staff are well trained to intervene early and quietly. If, you inadvertently start to stray we will approach you in a very friendly way and ask that you change your behavior. NO ONE in here is afraid of us. No one is embarrassed if we talk to them. GOT IT?" "Boy, it sounds very nice, fun, and safe. I hope they pay you well." "Oh, they do!"
The band is about to begin their set. They have been setting up for a while. "Do you mind if I go look at the band set up? Are we going to keep these seats by the dance floor?" "I'll just wait right here." Snowflake wanders over to the stage and looks at the instruments and the drums. The band leader bends over and talks to him for a minute. Next think I know Snowflake is in the middle of the empty dance floor in a yoga pose that looks like a runner just coming off the block. His legs are in mid stride, his arms are in a running position, and his eyes are looking off into the distance. He is frozen in that stance. I recognize immediately what he is doing. He is a mime like you see frozen on a boardwalk. He is motionless. Soon a few of the club patrons gather around him. They try to speak to him, but he remains motionless. They soon actually tease him trying to get him to smile or move. He doesn't! The band's drummer gives a short drum roll and Snowflake moves a little into a pose like the runner breaking the finish tape. He freezes thus, looking forward with a frozen grin on his face and his arms widespread. There is a buzz around him now! I'm sitting there with a smile and a what the hell' thought in my brain. I like this kid! I just sit and watch his antics. There is another short drum roll, but no music follows. Snowflake moves slightly into a frozen stance with his legs spread sideways, his hand on his hips which are thrust forward, and questioning frustrated look on his face. He is again frozen in time! Someone lightly makes circles, with two fingers, around his navel widening until he just touches his training pants. Snowflake remains motionless with an unchanging facial expression! After some time, there is another short drum roll and Snowflake assumes an ankle grabbing position with his face looking between his knees with a pitiful look on his face and his lower lip between his teeth! Damn what is he doing. The crowd is now all engaged! Who is this new kid.' He looks so young and he certainly is playful.' I walk onto the dance floor and look Snowflake straight in the face. He remains frozen. When my face blocks his he gives me just one quick wink! He certainly is mischievous. In return I stroke his inner thighs with one finger on each hand and when I reach his panties with my right hand, I gently squeeze his cage up front and slide back over his butt cheeks! Take that' I think. He remains frozen. I tousle his hair and back off, raising my hands in mock despair and frustration with him. He never moves. OK OK he's got to give. I reach over and take the waistband of his panties and pull it down just over his butt cheeks. He doesn't move! His pouty expression unchanged. The band leader begins a lively dance number and Snowflake springs to life doing several backward handsprings. Halfway across the floor he ends in a backward crab stand with his belly button up. His panties had slid back up covering his ass. Does he know that the cock cage is making itself grotesquely known through the front of his glowing panties? I'm beginning to think he does! He begins to dance on all fours still navel up, with his head hanging down and his mouth slightly open. John, the security guard, comes up. "I've never seen anything quite like this!" "Neither have I, John!" There is a quieter spot in the music and Snowflake does a slow rise up and over into a forward crab stand. Since his legs are longer than his arms, he assumes an ass end up position. I can't resist so I dance over to him and pull his panties down over his cheeks again! He is now dancing on all fours, ass end up, with his panties pulled down. The crowd is going ecstatic as they dance around him in a circle. They leave him just enough space. He is dancing in the middle and everyone else is dancing around him. Whenever someone comes within reach, they give a playful slap to his butt. When the music stops, he slowly rises to a handstand, head straight down, with a smirk on his face. His legs are spread a little apart in a "V". He freezes like before. His panties are still down over his cheeks in back but normal up front. One dancer finds a rose and inserts the stem into his panties between his legs and arranges it down (actually upwards) in his ass crack. There is a boisterous clapping and cheering. Snowflakes smirk doesn't change. "Who is this boy?" I walk onto the dance floor and stand next to Snowflake. I face him and put my hand between his legs on his crotch. "Folks, this is Snowflake. He is with me! This performance is as much a surprise to me as it is to you. Snowflake was a VERY BAD BOY last night. He was caught, this morning, playing with himself. He is forbidden to play with himself or cum without permission." The crowd twitters with laughter. "He was punished this morning and his cock was confined in a cock cage until further notice. I'm sure he is fully aware of that confinement! Please keep that in mind as you play with him!" Snowflake still maintains his position and his smirk! But he is blushing deep red! I walk around him with an extended hand showing him to the crowd.
The music resumes and he drops into a cartwheel which slows and flattens out as he approaches the floor. Rolling and wobbling like a hula hoop! When he hits the floor, he pauses just a moment then spins like a top with his crotch as the spinning point. I guess the cock cage is the pivot point. He bounces up and does a jitter bug dance step which makes his cock cage bounce in his training pants. Boy this kid is wild, and the crowd is showing him their appreciation. When the music ends, he is left standing there panting. Someone brings him a beer in a glass bottle. He stands on one leg with the other raised and pressing on his left inner thigh just above the knee, his little toes wrapped around the front. He holds the beer bottle to his mouth with his right hand and his left hand grips his cock cage. He freezes in this position. The only movement is the bubbles in the beer bottle indicating that he is actually drinking it. The band is taking a short break. He remains standing there. Then we notice a darkening of the training pants. He is peeing while still in the frozen position. The pants darken and eventually piss drips from his crotch, and some runs down his leg into a puddle on the floor. One of the security guards walks up in an exaggerated manner and wipes up the floor. He smirks a fake distain for Snowflake and shakes his head in disbelief. In his ear: "It's OK kid. Your cute. You've made everyone's evening. Wetting the floor is unsafe but we can handle it. Carry on!" He eventually breaks pose and takes a bow. He remains bowed with his ass sticking out and slowly turns around to bow' at everyone full circle. Another security guard brings him a dry towel. "??" He takes the towel, loops it around his neck and slowly removes his training pants then ceremoniously dries his balls, the cock cage, his ass, and cheeks. He puts the towel on the floor and wrings out his panties into the towel. He makes another full circle ass out bow and returns to my side. A guard brings him a dry towel and takes the wet pants. "You can pick these up at the door whenever you leave." He drapes the towel over the bar stool and Snowflake sits back up on it like he was. His poor cock is swollen inside the cage. It is pushing out through every slit and opening. "I take it you are no longer embarrassed? That was beautiful! I'm so proud to have you. I loved it. You are a mischievous sexy cuss!" A waitress brings him another beer. "This and the other one are on the house. As I'm going around, no one is talking about anything else but your sweet act! You are the best hit we've had in a long while." "You surprised me, my little snowflake. I didn't really even suspect you were that brassy." "You reminded me, earlier, as I was sitting here, of something my mother tried to teach me. She always said, If you are given lemons, make lemonade but don't forget to add the sugar.'" "Well you certainly made some sweet lemonade. I did tell you to go out on the dance floor and show me your dance moves. I had no idea." "You're not mad at me?!" "Well I did, sort of', give you permission. YOU did, sort of', take advantage of my permission! But it was so cute, provocative and original I can't really be mad. I'm more laughing proudly! YOU WERE GREAT!" Snowflake jumps down off his stool and gives me a big hug of relief. He is a gem. "But, be careful. You got very close to the line with that one."
We stayed another hour or so. Snowflake and I danced a few numbers together. But, he did nothing like his initial act. He was dancing naked except his cock cage. There were a few go go boys that put on a respectable show but didn't cut mustard compared to my Snowflake.
When we got home, Snowflake pissed in the grass on the way in. I undressed and took him into the shower. I gave him a bathing. I used the shower wand to rinse out the cock cage. I washed his ass and balls. I rinsed myself down. After leaving the shower I toweled him and myself down. We watched the late-night news and went to bed.
"Sir, will you please remove the cage. It's very uncomfortable. Especially when my cock gets excited! I've learned my lesson. I won't play with myself ever again. PLEASE!?" "You're a playful thing. Look at how you danced tonight! You ARE being PUNISHED. You must wear the cage for at least twenty-four hours. Ask me again in the morning and we will consider removing it."