in semen already from his recent voyeurism. He reached down to zip up his fly as I came close.

“No, let’s not waste our time with that, Greg, honey,” I growled, as I grabbed his belt loops on both sides and jerked his pants down. This knocked him down in the aisle, and I just pulled the pants and his thong briefs completely off his legs and tossed them aside. Greg came right back up on his feet as dainty as a cat. His expression had turned to surprise and his eyes now flared. But I didn’t give him time to respond further. My hands went to the neck of his billowing, diaphanous shirt, and I literally ripped the garment from his body. All doubt was dispelled. He indeed was a naturally blond with tightly curled hair. The hair curled down from his throat and flared off to cover his well-developed chest and then flared back in to descend his flat belly and flare out again around a very presentable cock, which was at least three-quarters engorged. He had little gold rings pierce behind each nipple and in his cute little bellybutton.

“My, my, Greg. Aren’t we a pretty one?” I said, as I pushed him roughly back at arms length against the now-closed galley door.

Greg’s eyes were wide, and he was licking his lips. “Not anything compared to you, Sir. Please, can I touch you?”

“Just a touch, Greg, dear. Just a hint of a touch,” as I pulled very close to him, holding his eyes with mine. He reached one hand out tentatively to my left nipple and then slid it into my chest hair. My cock gave a little lurch of appreciation against his thigh. His other hand went to my cock. But just as he touched it, I pulled away again at arms length. “I said just a touch for now, Greg.”

He wasn’t paying any attention to me though; he sank to his knees and swallowed my engorging cock in one expert motion all the way down to my root. I was having none of that, however. I lifted him by his chest and slammed him back against the door. I went for his balls with my right hand and squeezed as he winced and writhed in pain.

“None of that for now, Greg. You have to learn who is in control. I leaned forward and pulled at his right nipple ring with my teeth until he gave a little yelp. “Are we straight on that, Greg, honey?”

He nodded, in pain. I let loose of the nipple ring but not his balls. “Say it, Greg. Tell me who’s in charge.”

“You are. You are . . . Sir.”

“Good. CJ, what do we have here that will serve as restraints?”

CJ’s eyes looked around the cabin, and then he buried a hand first into one seat and then another and came up with two seat belts he had detached at their base.

“Ah, good. I suggest facing into that seat over there and using those rods running down the ceiling of the cabin over the seats.” CJ was quick to understand, and in no time we had Greg hanging with his hands tied very close to the ceiling of the cabin ceiling in a section with double seats and his knees on the seat facing the seatbacks.

“What do you say we go directly to the fuck,” I asked