I had just made the bartender laugh when I turned and noticed him standing right beside me.
There are certain guys who can sort of catch you off guard and he was definitely one of them and, not only that, but he was obviously focused in upon me. I am a pretty decent looking guy. People tell me I have a very handsome face and a killer smile. I don't always see it that way myself but I feel pretty comfortable with the way I look plus I have the ability to turn on my charm and that sort of makes up for any shortcomings. But the attention and concentration I was getting from this guy were both exciting and a bit unsettling. Truth be told, he was a bit out of my league.
"Hey, how are you, man," I said and felt the words sort of catch in my throat.
He held my glance a bit longer that was normal or comfortable and asked, "how do you think I am?" And then there was that smile both dangerous and disarming.
I couldn't think of anything to say in response and he just held my glance causing my heart to beat a bit faster. Oh God, please don't let me blush, that is so not cool.
"Blushing could be interpreted as very flattering," he said as I immediately felt my face burning. "Guys like you are my absolute favorite, so pleasant and polite on the outside, but such interesting and naughty and, dare I say, kinky desires hidden behind your bland facades."
My head was reeling as I was trying, so desparately hard, to feign being nonchallant. Had he just read my mind? This guy, whatever his deal is, is pretty intense. I was trying, in this split second, to come up with something to say but was totally blank.
"You don't speak much. That is refreshing. Sometimes guys like you will just babble on. There really is no point in that. I know you and I know your thoughts and I know what you like and I know what your really want but are afraid to ask for. You are a dirty little boy, aren't you? All sorts of interesting fantasies and fetishes but you don't allow yourself to explore them because you realize how powerful they can become. I am here to change all of that."
I felt totally exposed and naked in front of him. It was as though the other people in the bar had receded. What was going on here. It was sureal but at the same time it was wildly seductive and dangerous.
"Seductive and dangerous, yes, two of your favorites. You see? Dreams do come true," he said as he allowed his index finger to lightly touch my chest right above my heart and slowly slide its way down to my navel. "I know exactly what you want, and through the force of your surpressed needs and wants you have summoned me here to you. I am going to make you into the man you have always wanted to be. And, please, don't waste my time with your pitiful attempts at resisting me."
He called the bartender over and ordered two beers which were quickly place in front of us.
"These are both for you," he smiled as removed the glass with my vodka. "Beer has a lot more calories than vodka and I know how you fantasize about getting a belly. Now it will become a reality." As he said this, his finger started making little circles around my navel and I almost felt as though I were gaining weight right then and there.
I was dumbfounded and shocked. I had never, ever admitted that strange fantasy to anyone. It was way too strange, too embarrassing to admit even to myself but it was something that had such a powerful sexual aspect to it I couldn't just put it out of my thoughts. And now this, this person was brining it out in the open. His eyes were locked on mine and, for the first time, I saw a perceptible flash of power in them. His fingers pinched a little skin around my navel and he said, "I told you, I know you. I know what you want and how you want to be treated. Consider it done. From this point forward, whenever you become sexually aroused, you will also become fiendishly and unsatisfiably hungry."
He released his hold on my stomach and relaxed his smile a bit and just took me in while my whole world flipped over. Was this really happening? Shit like this doesn't really go down. Once I get out of this place everything will be normal again.
"Of course, you are free to go, Evan. It was a pleasure meeting you, and I am certain we will be seeing each other before too long. For now, just bear in mind how many times you thought, 'they all want more of me'. Well, soon, they will have more of you," and poking me in the belly with his finger he added, "a lot more".
Without saying another word I left the bar.
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