Part 1 – First Encounter

It was late, well past midnight according to the clock on the wall. Michael sighed to himself as he sat at the bar. He was wearing his best leather jacket, with some simple jeans and a white t-shirt. He sipped at his drink, his tail wrapped around the barstool. It was the same place he’d occupied for three nights now.

The lion was seriously starting to wonder why he kept coming back here, why he kept bothering. Night after night, no one was interested in him. At least, no one that he felt the least bit attracted to.

It hardly seemed worth the trouble considering the risk he was taking. If anyone he knew were to see him at or near a gay bar, it might get back to his family and his secret would be out. He shuddered. That was a horrible thought, to say the least.

Michael drained the contents of his glass, sadly. Best call it a night, the lion thought to himself. Maybe come back and try again some other... 

Someone big suddenly knocked against him as they sat down in the empty stool beside him. Angry words rose to the lion’s lips, but as he turned, he stopped, the words dying in his throat.

The Black Panther now sitting beside him was smiling warmly at him. “Hi there. You were looking kind of lonely, so I decided I’d join you. You don’t mind, do you?”

“N-n-no…” Michael stuttered. “No, I don’t mind.”

The panther was simply beautiful. Six feet tall with a fantastically muscular physique and glossy black fur. He was dressed in black leather trousers and a skintight white tank top that hugged his well-developed stomach muscles and huge chest. Michael was almost hypnotised by the rippling of the panther’s biceps as he moved his arms.

“That’s great.” Said the panther. “The name’s Mitchell. And you are?”

“Err…” Michael tore his attention away from Mitchell’s muscles. “Michael.”

“Well, Michael, let me buy you a drink.” Mitchell smiled. “And we can get to know each other a little.”

“Yeah, okay…” The lion mumbled.

Once the bartender had refilled Michael’s glass and got a drink for Mitchell, the panther put an arm around the lion’s shoulders and guided him over to a table in the corner.

“You know, you look pretty fit.” Said Mitchell, as they made their way across the bar. “You work out a lot?”

Michael looked himself over. Yeah, he was lean and fit, but hardly enough to give the impression that he worked out.

“Not really.” Said Michael. “At least, not as much as you obviously do.”

The panther laughed as they sat down. “Yeah, I spend I lot of time at the gym. It shows, doesn’t it?” For emphasis, he flexed an arm, showing off a bicep. It was all the lion could do to stop himself drooling.

“Y-y-yes, it does.” Michael just couldn’t stop himself stammering.

“You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” Said Mitchell, suddenly.

The lion simply gaped.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” The panther patted him on the shoulder. “It’s kinda obvious.”

“Well…” Michael said, “Yeah, I’m attracted to you. You’re beautiful.”

“I get that a lot.” Mitchell’s smile seemed to widen. “But strangely, I’m still single.”

Michael sipped his drink. Thoughts and hopes ran through his mind. All involved this muscular panther prominently.

“I find that hard to believe.” He began. “Looking as good as you, you must have guys queuing up…”

“Ah, that’s all most guys are interested in. My looks.” Mitchell sighed. “Once they get beyond the looks, most guys are a little put off by who I am underneath.”

“Really?” Said Michael, curious. “And who are you underneath?”

“I’m a master,” The panther told him, with a shrug, “into leather and chains and owning a willing slave. That whole scene.”

Michael nearly choked on his drink. He hadn’t seen that coming.

“It’s a surprise, isn’t it?” Mitchell was grinning.

“Uh… yeah…” Was all the reply Michael was able to muster.

“As soon as most guys find out, they lose interest.” Said Mitchell. “So I like to let a potential mate know up front.”

“So, I’m a potential mate?” Michael asked.

“Well, you’re certainly cute enough,” Mitchell smiled his warm smile, “and fit enough for my tastes. You’re attracted to me, and I’m attracted to you. It’s just the master thing we have to deal with. I’ve always found it difficult finding someone I’m attracted to who is interested. You ever thought about being owned?”

“No.” Michael answered honestly. “I’ve never thought about it.”

The panther sitting beside him suddenly looked serious. “Do you think you might consider it? What kind of stuff are you interested in?”

Michael thought about it. “Well, I like leather. I’m not much of an alpha male type...”

“Good for me…” Said Mitchell.

“But be a slave? I really don’t know…” The lion was uncertain.

“Hmm.” Mitchell was thoughtful. “I’m guessing you’re not too knowledgeable about the whole master/slave thing?”

“No…” Michael had to admit.

“There is a lot of misconception.” Said Mitchell. “It’s not what you might think. You wouldn’t have to live with me or anything like that. At least, not unless you wanted to. It’s just that our sex sessions would involve chains and a lot of leather and me being in complete control, with you being an obedient little sex kitten…”

“I don’t believe this…” Said Michael, shaking his head. “We’ve only just met and you’re already talking about sex sessions!”

The panther laughed. “Well, I do go quite fast, I’ll admit that. But when I do meet someone I like, someone like you, I’m always very eager.”

“I’m still not sure…”

“Tell you what.” Said Mitchell. “How about you just try it out?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“We go to my place and you be my slave for a night.” Mitchell explained. “I give you some slave training, and you see how you like it, no strings attached.”

Michael frowned. “I don’t know…”

“I promise, nothing too extreme your first time.” The panther went on.

“I…”

“At the very least,” said Mitchell, not giving up, “you’ll get a night of sexual passion with a guy you’re attracted to.”

“I suppose, but…”

“And you could very well find out that you like being mine.” Mitchell added.

“Well…”

“I guarantee it’ll be fun, if nothing else.” Said Mitchell.

“Okay, okay!” Said Michael. “I’ll try it.”

“Great!” Mitchell grinned. “But not tonight.”

“Why not?” Said Michael. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I do.” The panther lovingly looked the lion over. “I really do. But I’d like to give you a nice long introduction to being a slave, and its already quite late. You free tomorrow night?”

“Yeah.” Michael nodded.

“Tomorrow night, then.” Said Mitchell. “Meet you here at seven?”

“Uhh… okay…” Said Michael.

“Great!” Said Mitchell, beaming. Then he suddenly leaned over and kissed Michael. Deeply and passionately.

Michael didn’t resist. He felt the panther’s tongue in his mouth and it tasted good. He knew he could go on with that kiss for hours. But after a minute, Mitchell pulled back.

“W-w-why did you do that?” The lion asked.

Mitchell shrugged. “Seemed to me like the thing to do at that moment, so I did it. That’s what I’m like. Did you enjoy it?”

“Well… yeah…” Michael answered, hesitantly.

“Then don’t worry about it.” The panther told him, leaning back in his chair. “Just take it as what it was. A moment you enjoyed.”

“Okay.” Said Michael. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.” Said Mitchell. The big panther drained his glass and got to his feet. “Well, I should go. And if you want my advice, you should go home and get some sleep.” He grinned. “Because for tomorrow night, you’re gonna need all your strength.”

The panther stopped, suddenly thoughtful. “Tell me, do you have Internet access?”

Michael nodded.

“Then let me give you this.” Mitchell grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen from a pocket. He scribbled something on it and handed it to Michael. “This is the address of a web site. Check it out if you want to learn a little more about the master/slave scene.”

“Okay… thanks.” The lion glanced at it briefly as he shoved it into his jacket.

Mitchell stood up. “I gotta go now. See you tomorrow at seven.”

“Yeah, at seven.” Said Michael, as the panther left.

The lion sat there for a while, sipping some more of his drink.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, “just what have I got myself into?”

To Be Continued…