A Master for Christmas (manxman) Christmas Short Story Subs Book # 2

** A/N-If you have read Book 1, Submissive part 1 & 2. Then you will enjoy this story. Book 3, Submissive 3 & 4 will follow soon.**

Gabriel loved Winter time, specifically  Christmas, which was his favorite holiday. He liked nothing more than celebrating it with the true family. All the Doms and other sweet subs like himself at Club Bliss. Gabby met Julius almost three years ago when his parents had kicked him out for being a disgrace, and a filthy fag, their words. He had been wandering the streets and sleeping in back alleys under cardboard boxes, trying to keep warm and hidden. One night he was found by one if the clubs waiters, Kyle, who was now Julius’ sub and boyfriend. The waiter had dragged Julius outside and demanded that the club owner help lost little Gabby, and the rest was history. Now Gabby had a real family and he wanted to make Christmas extra special this year for everyone this year. Especially for the one difficult Master he has set his eye on ever since the man joined the exclusive club. Will little Gabby gets what he wants for Christmas? Read on to see what happens.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Auriel

(Main floor Club Bliss)

I stepped past the team of Julius’ no neck, beefy security guards after one of them checked my membership card, even with them knowing full well exactly who I was. I had to praise them for their due diligence, with making sure they were doing their job as I walked into the elegant foyer of Club Bliss.

I had to smile every time I set foot in the exclusive member’s only club. The level of service, as well as the decadence surrounding you the minute you entered the establishment’s doors is unparalleled to anywhere to else I’ve been so far, even the chic BDSM clubs back home in Italy.

But tonight was the exact opposite of what I’ve come to expect of my brother’s prestigious club. Instead of being greeted by the usual dapper host dressed to the nines in a formal tuxedo. I was greeted a one to the slender subs wearing nothing but a pair of metallic, skin tight boy shorts. His entire body was covered with glitter and he had a bright pink feather boa was wrapped around his neck.

He was herding a gaggle of similarly dressed, glitter covered twinks into the main dining area, the same area I was planning on entering myself to enjoy one of Giuseppe’s five star meals. I’d been looking forward to my dinner all day. I didn’t know whether to follow the beautiful boys into the room or run for my life.

I decided on the latter when the doors burst open to emit a pulse pounding excuse for music and party noises I’ve never heard coming from that room before in all the months since I joined the club. I was jostled forward when another group of subby boys barreled through the door behind me.

“Oh so sorry, Master Auriel.” One of the boys had the good grace to look contrite and reverted back to his excellent training by lowering his eyes, and presenting himself with his hands clasped behind his back, his slender chest was pushed forward, and he stood with his feet slightly apart. His friends quickly followed suit as soon as they realized a Dominant was in the same room.

Another area of excellence in which he needed to congratulate my little brother. His submissives were the top of the line, so very well trained, and every single boy that belonged to Club Bliss was absolutely stunning. A Dominant like myself had multiple flavors to choose from. I didn’t need to tie himself down ever again to just one boy, never again, not after that fiasco with my previous sub, Fabiano last year.

“Can one of you please tell me what is going on, or at least find Julius for me.” I quietly requested, and immediately one of the boys on at the end of this pretty line up hurried off in the direction of my brother’s office. While the little one covered in glitter and the boa stepped forward and kept in eyes respectfully lowered.

“Um, tonight is the night Master Julius allowed us to use the main dining hall for Kyle’s birthday party. It’s subs only, Sir. The Dominants are upstairs in the skybox tonight until the party is over at two in the morning.” The gorgeous little blonde explained.

“Of course, only for his boy, would Julius let his club be overrun by twinks dressed as half naked Mardi Gras extras take over his beloved business.” Auriel murmured under his breath. He shook his head as he dismissed the boys, but he couldn’t help watching several pairs of shapely bubble butts, their shape enhanced by the barely there shorts, sway from side to side as they made their way into the party that seemed to be in full swing.

“Ah, there you are. I was calling you to warn you about the party tonight, but you haven’t answered your phone all day.” Julius stated, as he casually strolled towards me.

“I was busy trying to get two temperamental models to realize that they are a size three, and they cannot fit into the size zero evening dresses they are dying to wear on the catwalk at next week’s show. Answering my phone in the middle of a half starved model’s emotional tirade could get me killed, brother dear.” I dead panned, and my little brother just smirked at me before taking me by the elbow and leading me towards his private set of elevators.

We stepped out into the hallway on the second floor of the club. This floor housed the much smaller skybox, a smaller replica of the main dining and stage area. The reason it was named the skybox was because three out of the four walls were wall to ceiling one way glass. We could see down into every corner of the main floor but anyone looking up into the skybox would only see the reflection of the main room.

A one way mirror, and seeing that every man seated in the skybox tonight, drinking whatever beverage they preferred while munching through Gusteppie’s delights, had a sub somewhere down there in the plethora of young nubile bodies gyrating all over the lower room. Thank God the skybox was voluntarily sound proof.

“There you are, we had a bet going to see if you would survive getting through the front entrance tonight.” A deep, but silky smooth voice greeted me as Julius and I entered the room. I looked up at the speaker and got caught in the shimmering silver gaze of the classically handsome, Marcus Roche. The dynamic CEO of the Roche Marketing, the prestigious and world renowned firm my company was lucky enough to hire to represent my fashion label here in the States.

“Ah, Marcus, my friend. From what I understand you have an establishment much like this on the other side of the river, The Dungeon, I believe it’s called? Are you here to check out the competition? I asked, as the man himself stood up and we shook hands.

“There is only no comparison to the two, Bliss and The Dungeon each provide our services to those living the lifestyle on both sides of the river. I’m here because my boy who happens to be my husband are here to celebrate with Kyle on his special day.” He said as he reclaimed his seat. “I’m not sure if you have met my business partner, Damien Carter.” He continued, as he gestured to the dark god seated next to him with the stunning aqua eyes. I was a little star struck, I had to admit. Anyone who is up to date with who is who in the entertainment business, knows exactly who the music mogul, Damien Carter is.

“This giant over here, this Michael Reynolds, head of my personal and business security, and once again, their partners are in attendance for Julius’ other half birthday extravaganza going on down there as you can see.” He concluded his introductions by pointing to the glitter covered chaos occurring downstairs.

I chuckled as I took the seat next to my brother. There were some real heavy hitters of all types in this room. I spied Phillip McMahon, the top attorney to those in the business world and his law partner, Myles Callahan sitting quietly off in the corner in deep conversation. Myles and I have had several conference calls and video chats over the last few months, when I crumbled under Julius’ multiple pleas to expand my fashion line to the States, since he claimed I’ve conquered most of Europe, the next move was to come State side. Only a select few knew for a fact that Julius and I are related, that way my brother can keep his animosity to some degree.

The fashion mogul that I am, Auriel Marcellino owner of The House of Marcellino made news everywhere I went, and my brother always hated to be the limelight. Especially with the both of us living the lifestyle. I’ve never made that part of my life public, it’s not because I’m ashamed of BDSM lifestyle. It’s because it’s no one business, and there is enough ignorant people in the media today who do not understand that the lifestyle is much more than sexual deviants beating on each other for kicks.

“So brother, pick your poison and I’ll have it brought up from the bar. Gustieppe’s menu for tonight is on the table next to you. We are somewhat on our own this evening. All the boys are downstairs celebrating with Kyle. House rules tonight, there will be no scenes performed tonight because I am allowing the boys to drink.” Julius explained.

I just rolled my eyes at him. Everyone here was well versed, and followed the golden rules of safe, sane, and consensual to the very letter. No one would dare approach and inebriated sub, and suggest anything other than making sure the boy got home safely.

“Julius from what I have witnessed over the last few months, is that anything your boy wishes for, you bend over backwards to give it to him. You spoil him atrociously.” I reprimanded, but I couldn’t help but feel the little sting in my heart. I had wanted what he had with his boy, and I thought I had until Fabiano showed his true colors.

My eyes quickly scanned the room and I realized that all the men of power in this room didn’t have not only permanent boys, but a majority of them were married to their subs as well. Again, I’d wanted that once upon a time, but…I shook my head and refocused on Julius who had a wolfish grin on his face.

“Aury, when I bend over backwards to give Kyle what he wants, my beautiful boy bends over backwards to show his appreciation, and he does it so well. So I make it my business to make sure he is happy. A happy boy makes a happy Dom.” He teased, and all I could do was nod my head, and join in on the conversations going on with the interesting men seated around the table.

We were all laughing and joking about some of the things we have seen over the years when dealing with different types of submissives. When a shell shocked looking man, and a huge mountain of muscle walked through the door and there was a subtle pause in the conversation going on around the room. Julius jumped out of seat and rushed over to the odd pair.

“Hey Michael, hi Isaac, welcome . Sorry, they were supposed to let me know when I had more guests arriving.” Julius apologized as he led the two men further into the room and we all shuffled around to make room for them.

“Let me introduce you to those in the room you have not met. Michael Kemp, he is one of our State’s finest prosecutors, Phillip and Myles over there have already met him. And this dumbstruck man here is Kyle’s brother-in-law Isaac Carmichael, another lawyer so be careful what you reveal guys.” He chuckled at his own joke and we laughed at him instead of with him. My little brother could be such a dork sometimes.

“I take it Royce and Esteban were pulled into the fray downstairs?” Julius asked, and both men just nodded. Soon another round of drinks and delicious morsels of finger food flooded the entire room, thanks to the kitchen staff working double time as servers tonight as well.

“Well fuck, look who it is.” I heard another deep gravelly voice burst above the multiple conversations, and once again all heads snapped up to the front of the room. Julius once again hopped up like the energizer bunny with a wide smile on his face.

“Well, if I knew that all my rivals were going to show up tonight, I would have laid out the red carpet out front. Everyone this is Nolan Dubois, and his business partner Dean Porter, Marcus I believe you know these two better than anyone.” He chuckled, as Marcus just raised an eyebrow. I was told a long time ago that although they were good friends, they still had an ongoing battle about the name of their clubs, both of them were named, The Dungeon. Marcus domain was smack dab in the middle of the city, whereas Nolan’s was out in middle suburbia.

The men nodded as each other and once again everyone settled down to exchange stories, and just eat and be merry while keeping an eye on the swarming masses of beautiful boys downstairs. I just sat back and soaked up the ambiance of being in the room with these gorgeous men from all walks of life. It was the beginning of a real interesting evening.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Gabb

y

(Please enjoy the song our cuties danced to, Alicia Keys and The Weekend, their BET Awards performance of Earned It.)

“Kyle…I…I don’t think I can do this.” I whined, as Sebastian adjusted my barely there booty shorts. He pulled and tugged on the waistband to make sure that my curve of my butt cheeks were on full display. He gave me a firm smack on the ass when he pronounced me ready. My nerves were wound so tight, I felt like I was going to snap in two at any moment. The only reason I wasn’t sweating bullets was because Kyle had forbidden me to mess up his handywork by placing the bountiful tresses of my hair in a loose man bun.

“Gabby, you’ll be fine. You dance professionally for god sakes, and we have all seen you bust a move, and sweetie you can surely shake that shapely ass of yours. Better than most of us in here. We are going to give our men a show as the finale to my epic birthday party, and think about it. You can give Master Auriel a preview of the goods. It’s already the end of November, you might as well start putting your Christmas plans into action.” He said, as he tapped me on my hip.

“You know, I talk a good game, but when it comes right down to it. Master Auriel is just not interested in me. I mean, he’s been here for going on six months or more, and he’s played with almost all the house subs except for me. The few times I happened to be serving in the dining area and he was at one of my tables, the man looked right through me like I wasn’t even there.” My shoulders slumped dejectedly and I plopped my almost naked ass down on one of the leather chairs surrounding the main stage.

“That’s all the more reason to get up on that stage tonight and work it baby, let him see what the hell he’s missing out in, and eat his Dominating heart out.” My friend cajoled as he sat down next to me and rubbed soothing circles in coiled area in between my shoulder blades.

“Look, every boy in this room who belongs to a Dom didn’t just have their Master fall into his lap. All except for those two over there.” He spoke loud enough for the two beautiful men in question to hear him, and see him pointing a slender finger at them. Kyle had introduced

them to me earlier, and the petite dark hair guy’s name was Corey, his Dom was also his husband.

Some fortune five hundred marketing executive that owned like half the city. The little blonde one had my eyes actually bugging out of my head. His hubby and Master was none other than Damien Carter, if you were into arts and entertainment, like me, then you damn well knew who Damien Carter was. Both of the stunning men smiled as they shot Kyle the bird, and I couldn’t help but laugh, they flipped off my friend with perfect synchronization.

I was also introduced to a multitude of other subs whose Doms were very important people in society. I envied them because they were cherished, revered, respected, and loved. Their men catered to their every whim, and most importantly, they belonged to someone. That’s all I ever wanted, was to belong to someone. For that person to make me their world and vice versa.

“Alright boys, let’s get this show on the road. Your men are on their way down followed by the other Doms.” Master Sloan, Sammy’s Master announced as he strode into the room. I heard several whimsical sighs coming from the house subs who were getting ready to take their place in the back of the room. Sammy made sure to cut his eyes over the crowd and plaster his slender frame against his Dom, showing his possessive side.

There was only going to be six of us putting on the erotic little exhibit, and for that I was grateful. I don’t know how I let Kyle and Sebby talk me into these things all the time. Both Kyle and Sebastian, as well as myself, Dorian, Morgan, and Tally made up roster of dancers this evening. This was Kyle’s little thank you to Master Julius for letting us have the run of the club for the night, funding the extravagant affair, and practically closing the club to all except for the main inner circle of members and guests.

Kyle jumped up and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Courage baby boy, you got this.” And then he pulled me up and dragged me off backstage where the rest of the guys were waiting to put the sexy little presentation.

Butterflies were swirling in my stomach, and I was silently chanting in my head and deep breathing in and out of my nose in order to keep calm. Sammy and Kyle looked as cool as cucumbers, and again, a pang of envy speared through my heart. They were so confident in

themselves, because they were well loved and cared for by their Masters. I mean, Kyle could have two left feet and completely botch my provacotive choregraphy to hell and back, and Julius would still be so utterly smitten, his man could do wrong in his eyes.

“Places, places, darlings.” Evander, Kyle’s host of events for the evening sashayed his way past us clapping his hands and herding us towards the entrance of the main stage. I tried to focus in my breathing to calm my fluttering nerves. I was surprised, I could hear the low hum of the men’s voices over the pounding beat of my heart in my ears as they entered the room. I wondered what their reaction was to the sultry, Moroccan harem theme we tried to create when we had finally gotten all the glitter cleaned up.

The first chords of the song Kyle had chosen started and the trained dancer in me took over. My mind blanked out to everything but the practiced choreography, I had drilled into the others over and over again all week. We took the stage and performed the steps, and a small smile of satisfaction curved my lips. We were in perfect form as we descended the steps and gyrated our way over to the Doms in the front row.

I had to keep my eyes lowered and my focus in my head, or else I was going to look up and see the object of my desire and balk midstep. I was sure of it, so I rolled my hips, spun, and tantalized as if my life depended on it. And from the whistles and the cat calls coming from various areas all over the room, I say we were killing it.

It was time for Kyle to break away from the group and perform a little lap dance for his man, and we kept up the background entertainment while the little blonde wound his way into Master Julius’ lap. Another smile played around my mouth as I peeked at the man from underneath the fringe of my lashes. The big, bad Master Dom was totally enthralled with his boy and what he was doing. Master Julius couldn’t take his eyes off Kyle.

I was ecstatic for my friend, and I was patting myself on the back for a job well done. Everything was perfect, that was until the final spin and dip routine. I went down, and rolled my ass back up to give the final twirl and smile to our audience. When low and behold, I came up and spun around, and I was face to face with none other than Master Auriel himself. Whatever little breath I had left in my depleted lungs whooshed out of my mouth on a startled little gasp.

I was deaf and blind to the applause and wolf whistles exploding throughout the room. I didn’t see Julius bend Kyle backwards and plant a kiss on the man hot enough to have several people adjusting themselves in their seats. I was trapped and rendered immobile by those intensely shimmering silver orbs.

The Dom’s eyes slowly raked over my body, and the heat and the laser point focus that this sex god pinned me with had me rock hard and leaking profusely. I could feel the length of my cock pushing against the thin fabric of my shorts, but I was too mesmerized by the man to be concerned about my body’s more than obvious reaction.

I watched as the Dom slowly, but elegantly rose from his seat, his eyes never left my face and for the life of me I couldn’t decipher what he was thinking. His features remained stoic as he buttoned his tailor made jacket. Then my heart took a nosedive when he just nodded his head in my direction, and walked off as if he didn’t have a care in the world. As if my world hadn’t just shattered at my feet by his blatant disregard to my presence. Not even a word of praise for my efforts in our performance.

I held it together long enough to sidestep Kyle and Sebastian’s obvious concern, I quickly nodded in Julius’ direction. His hand shot out to waylay me, but I managed to slip away and I ran for the locker room. By the time, I burst through the doors, tears were pouring down my face. “What was wrong with me? I am just as desirable as all the other boys out there? Why didn’t Master Auriel want me?” The questions tumbled through my head as I locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls and bawled my eyes out.

There was a loud bang from the outer room and I jumped when I heard Master Julius calling my name. His commanding voice boomed and echoed around the empty room. Before I had time to swallow my aching heart and answer the man, I heard Kyle rushing into the room behind him, and telling him to leave me alone and let me gather myself for a minute before he made me face him.

After a second or two, I heard Julius release a tired sounding sigh before he mumbled. “My brother has gone through some things, he doesn’t mean to be a dick to Gabby, it’s just…”

I leaned forward and strained to see if I could hear the remainder of his statement, but Kyle must have led him out of the room. I wiped my tears from my cheeks and a frown marred

my features as I wondered what the hell Julius meant with the opening line of his comment? My shoulders slumped and I leaned forward with my hands on my knees.

At this point. I wasn’t sure if I should concern myself anymore with Master Auriel. How pathetic is it, that for months I have been trying to catch the man’s attention and I have failed miserably in doing so. Why am I putting myself through this ego crushing ordeal. I should just set my sights on another willing Dominant and forget all about the Master who doesn’t want me. I’ll just go about planning the Christmas festivities for my friends, and try my best to move on. I can’t force myself on someone who doesn’t want me.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Aurie

l

(The gorgeous Fabricio Zunino as my idea of Auriel)

Jesus fucking Christ, my hands were shaking and my chest heaved as the frigid November air burned my lungs with every rushed breath. My cock was so god damned hard, I feared it was going to snap right off my body. “Fuck!” I screamed out into the empty parking garage. My leather gloved fists crashed onto the roof of my Bugatti. Usually, I treated my baby much better than this, but right now all I saw was him.

For months now, I have been trying not to react to the perfection that was Gabriel. The stunning beauty was everything I have ever envisioned in a submissive worthy of my attentions, of my life, and my heart to be. The boy was not only breathtakingly gorgeous, he is well trained. The sheer elegance of his carriage, his gentle demeanor, and even the way those big beautiful brown eyes worshiped me whenever he thought I wasn’t looking was just sublime. He was just…No other word could describe him, other than perfect.

The very first time I laid eyes on the blonde beauty was the very same night I crumbled under Julius’ insistence and visited his club for the very first time. I was embroiled in the final negotiations on purchasing the building that now housed my new offices, and the showroom floor for my line of clothing.

I had been too busy to slack off from business, but my little brother is relentless when he wants something, and he had been trying for years to get me to relocate, at least part of the time to the States, especially after things blew up in my face with Fabiano.

Now, here I am with my shitty judgment and another boy just as perfect as I thought Fabiano was when I’s first met the conniving son of a bitch. Two years after I’d barely managed to walk away with my good name and my fortune intact after Fabiano’s multiple allegations of kidnapping, assault and rape of his person. It was a hard battle to prove to the Polizia di Stato (Police) in my native Roma, that I was innocent of the charges filed against me by Fabiano and his lover.

They had invaded my home with warrants straight from the Palazzo di Giustizia (Italian Palace of Justice) to my home, and I’d had no choice but to let them in. Fabiano must have told them about my playroom and the layout of my Villa. They had gone straight to my playroom, and I knew I was damned when they saw the multiple instruments of the lifestyle.

The whips, the restraints, the spanking benches, and even the cage that Fabiano had adored, the same cage he had repeatedly begged for me to place in my bedroom so that he could sleep in there instead of by my side. It wasn’t until he’d showed me his true colors that I actually figured out that he had preferred to sleep in the cage instead of at my side because he loathed my touch. I was just a means to get cash he didn’t earn or even deserve.

It had been equally hard, as well as time consuming, and extremely expensive to hire private team of security personnel and investigators to catch them in their false acts. I paid through the nose for my high priced lawyers to educate the panel of Judges about the BDSM culture, although I already knew some of them were well versed in the lifestyle from already having seen them in the exclusive clubs we all belonged to around the city.

I guess it was by the grace of god, and knowing some of those same brethren in the lifestyle that kept me out of jail, and Fabiano’s greedy little hands off my money. As a matter of fact, my attorney’s in turn had counter sued him for defamation of my character.

The only good thing that came out of that fiasco, was the fact that my clothing line, my colognes, my entire line of fashion accessories flourished with my notoriety. I even started a new line of bondage wear for those living the lifestyle before the stories of the died down and the paparazzi found someone else to scandalize.

It was then that I’d finally accepted Julius’ multiple requests to leave Italy take root. After a year of diligently monitoring Fabiano’s every move, my determination had paid off. Fabiano’s lover scorned him after he failed to snag the riches he had promised the insipid man that he could get from me. His lover clued into the fact that absolutely nothing was going to come of those bogus charges or trying to blackmail me.

He turned on him and outed the sniveling little diavolo (devil) to all and sundry, claiming that he was innocent and the whole idea to ruin me was Fabiano’s. I was able to leave my home

with my family’s name intact, an ex lover behind bars where he belonged, and a firm vow in place to never take another submissive as my own.

I had lived with that vow for well over a year now, and along comes Gabriel in all his delicate beauty and grace. The need pouring off that boy is enough to make me go primitive on the boy. To take him and mark him as mine for all the world to see, but I can’t. I don’t trust myself and my judge of character anymore to take that leap of faith.

I have only indulging in my basic needs this past year. This whole lifestyle is built on trust. Trusting each other to respect and fulfill the needs of Dom to sub and vice versa. My trust, or I should say my ability to trust has been shattered, and fuck if I know how to put it back together again.

“You know what you did to Gabby tonight was really shitty.” The quiet reprimand had me pushing away from my car, and turning to face my one and only brother. “No, don’t say anything, just listen to what I have to say. Gabriel is one of the sweetest people you could ever have the privilege to meet. He is nothing, I mean, absolutely nothing like that gold digging little bitch who attached himself you back home and accused you of those horrendous things.”

“You couldn’t have known the relationship between the two of you would have turned out the way they did with him, but it’s done and gone, you survived the backlash. Deep down in your heart you know it’s your pride that took the hit and not your heart. You didn’t love that prick and he sure as hell didn’t love you. So suck it the fuck up and quit blaming yourself.”

I opened my mouth to respond to Julius’ hard kick in the ass, but he held up a hand and stopped me. “Mi fratello, io ti amo. (My brother, I love you) But if you think that I am going to put up with your behavior with the way you treated Gabby tonight because you are my brother, then you have another thing coming. Until Gabriel is taken in hand by a Dominant he wants, a man that I deem worthy enough to care for him like the precious gift that he is, he will remain in my care as a house submissive, I am responsible for him. He is mine to look out for, as a matter of fact, his well being and his happiness, and his needs are all of our responsibilities as the inner circle of Dominants of this club.”

I watched my brother turn around as if he was heading back inside his establishment, but he threw the parting shot over his shoulder. “Gabriel has made it more than obvious that the Dom

he most wants is you. If you take your head out of your ass long enough, and leave the past where it is, then you’ll see what a blessing that is, but hurry up and see the light, mi fratello (my brother), because someone may come along and snatch your treasure out from right under your nose.“

All the acid in my gut churned and I slapped a hand over my burning chest. Yep, I’d just been handed my ass without even a fight. I just shook my head and pressed the button on the key fob to open my car door. I was too weak and too motherfucking unsure of myself right now to do the right thing. I needed to get my shit together when I seek Gabriel out to at least apologize to the beautiful boy for hurting his feelings.

Deep in my heart of hearts, I knew that my brother’s assessment of my past situation was correct, but for the life of me, I’ve refused to place myself, my name, and my business in that position again. But, would that mean that I would just aimlessly jump from sub to sub for the rest of my life? What’s going to happen when my looks fade, my physique sags with age, and those pretty young things won’t want me anymore? What then, isn’t everyone’s dream to find that special someone to share their life with. Grow old together and all that comes with it. Hell, hadn’t I wanted that for myself once upon a time?

My mind instantly conjured up the picture of Gabriel’s angelic face as if he was the answer to my multiple questions. My lascivious thoughts even went as far as to replay every second of his erotic performance earlier this evening. I swear I’ve never seen anything as amazing as Gabriel when he is caught in the throes of his art. The graceful but sexy way his slender body had moved to the music. The way the dim lighting had caressed his flawless skin, and the look of sheer joy on his face as he moved, made my cock want to erupt like long dormant volcano suddenly revitalized back to life.

After parking my car in the garage underneath my building, I took the elevator up to my condo. Marcus had recommended this building to me, and I had to chuckle when I found out not only did he own it, but his own condo took up the top three floors of the building. I lived two floors underneath my new friend.

By the time I made it to my bedroom, I was almost all the way undressed. I dropped my clothes in the bag destined for my assistant to take to the cleaners. I walked into my en-suite

bathroom and pushed the button to fill my Roman tub. It was a jacuzzi type of night. I needed a moment to just ease the tensions of the day, and my past out of aching muscles. Maybe then I’ll be able to figure out how to lay my past failures to rest once and for all.

Julius was right, Gabriel is too sweet and too precious for me to callously disregard his interest as if he didn’t mean anything to me. But if I hadn’t left when I did earlier tonight, then by god, I would have taken him right where he stood. It had been torture to sit there and watch him, just the mere thought had my cock fired up and raring to go.

I steadfastly ignored the throbbing organ, I knew all that would take is maybe three good pulls to make myself come like a rocket, but a little discipline and self sacrifice is good for the soul. Maybe suffering a little discomfort will be my penance for being a total dick to the little beauty.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Auriel

(Auriel’s baby, his Bugatti Veyron)

The minute I set foot in the main area of the club, I was instantly aware of the change in the atmosphere when I entered the room. I looked around the room and spotted my brother holding court at his usual table with his boy kneeling at his feet, his svelte body displayed to perfection in his present position. As I made my way through the main floor, I noticed that I was not getting the usual flirtatious smiles, or the fluttering of lashes from the boys I’ve played with so far. As a matter a fact some of them were all but down right pouting as I walked by, some where downright ignoring me altogether.

“Wow, this something new.” I thought as I slid into the seat next to my smirking sibling. I couldn’t help but to scratch the back of my neck. I didn’t know whether to be nervous or not. I’ve never seen the twinks act this way towards any Dom in the club so far, and I couldn’t help but wonder if my fuck up with Gabriel the other night was the reason for being persona non grata all of a sudden.

A sheepish grin curved my lips as I shook my head. It was either smile my way through this or run away in shame, but I am a Dominant damn it, and I was going to handle this situation with poise and grace. I quickly scanned the room to see if Gabby was around. I needed to apologize to him first and foremost.

I had given myself and the club a break for a couple of days. I had needed to take that time to gather the courage to put myself out there again. To open myself up to someone once again. If Gabriel was willing to forgive my deplorable behavior and if he still wished to be mine, than it would be my honor to have him at my side.

“I hope you finally got your shit together and you have some sort of game plan because brother dear, you are going to need it. If you don’t give Gabriel what his little heart desires, you are going to have to join another club, or suffer blue balls for the rest of your life. The boys have drawn their line in the sand buddy, they want nothing to do with the big ole’ meanie, their words not mine.” Julius informed me with just a little bit too much amusement in his voice.

I so wanted to flip the smug bastard off, but he was right, and has been about everything so far. So I needed to humble myself all around. “Is he here tonight?” I quietly inquired, as Kyle’s head snapped up like he was getting ready to say something, but Julius caught his eye and the boy immediately lowered his head and resumed his position.

“Kyle, why don’t you go and hang with Sebastian for awhile.” Julius instructed his boy, and my stomach tightened with the premonition that I wasn’t going to like whatever it is my brother was getting ready to tell me.

My nerves immediately kicked in, and my knee began to bounce up and down. I barely managed to remain in my seat as Kyle gracefully rolled to his feet and scampered off, but not before shooting a nervous glance at us over his shoulder.

The minute Kyle was halfway across the room, I turned and I glared at Julius. “Just get it out already and tell me where Gabriel is?”

My brother’s expression remained calm as his words nearly gave me heart failure. “Gabriel accepted to do a private scene with Master Clay this evening. His company has been commissioned for a greater part of the evening.”

My reaction to his words almost caught me unawares, I was fucking furious. There was no other word to describe what I was feeling other than pure unadulterated rage. “The fuck you say, Clay, you let him go off in private with that fucking pervert. How the hell is he still a member of the club with the shit he’s pulled with these boys?” I was yelling, I know I was. My only explanation was that I was losing my shit.

Clay was one of those bastards who is an extreme headcase. He thinks of himself as some kind of god that the submissives needed to worship, and not the other way around. A sad excuse for a Dom who really doesn’t understand the dynamics of the lifestyle. It’s just a matter of time before he fucks up and does something that Julius is going to skin him alive for. If the place were mine, I would have booted his ass out a long time ago.

“Aury, calm down and keep your voice down…”

“Shut the fuck up, Jules.” I dragged out his nickname like I was cursing him, in which I actually was. “I will calm down. What room are they in.” I shot up out of my seat so fast, the

chair toppled backwards, and hit the floor with a resounding thud. The room was so quiet with everyone’s rapt attention focused on us. The noise was like a gunshot reverberating throughout the main sitting area.

Julius just continued to look at me with that insufferable stoic expression on his face. I could clearly see that he had a lot to say but he didn’t want to say it in the middle of the main floor. And with the way I was feeling. I didn’t give a shit about what he had to say. “You knnow what fuck it, fuck you, and fuck him. This just proves that people can’t be trusted. Here I am being shunned by the masses because I had the temerity to ignore the one submissive in this place that has the ability to get under my skin.” I shot my brother with a shut-the-fuck-up glare when he opened his mouth, and he snapped his jaws shut while every eye on the place remained on our little discussion.“

“Excuse the fuck out of me if I wanted to avoid shit exactly like this. You and all your boys are ready to excommunicate me for hurting Gabriel’s feelings, and not just two days after telling me how much he wants to be mine, he is in a scene with a fucking idiot. Well that’s showing me exactly how much I mean to him then doesn’t it?” I glared my brother down and waited for him to have the balls to say something, anything at this point. “That’s what I thought.” I concluded as he remained silent. I turned to walk away, and standing in the entranceway was the subject of Julius’ and I discussion.

From the lack of blood in his face and the way he was standing there like he was frozen in place. He must of heard a good deal, if not all of our conversation. My eyes raked over his nearly naked body and I couldn’t miss the marks left on his thighs and his sides from what must have been a flogger.

It didn’t help the situation at all that Clay was standing behind him with a fucking annoying as grin on his face. I waltzed across the room and headed straight for him. I didn’t give a damn that he was trembling like a leaf where he stood, nor did I give a damn about the fucking kicked puppy expression on his gorgeous face.

“I apologize for being rude the other night. It was not intentional.” I couldn’t help the tightness I felt in my chest when my eyes saw the evidence of another man’s marks all over that

beautiful skin up close. “You wear his marks well.” I stated before I walked off and left all of them gawking at me like I was the second coming of Christ.

I almost made it to my car before I heard someone calling my name behind me. I didn’t even bother to turn around and acknowledge whomever it was. I was so done with this meaningful sappy bullshit. Maybe it’s time I do venture out and check out the other clubs like Marcus’ or Nolan’s, see what they had to offer because I damn sure ain’t double dipping here.

I pushed the button to start my car and closed the door. I was getting ready to peel out of the parking garage when there was a knock on my window. I contemplated leaving him standing their inhaling my engines exhaust as I drove off, but in actuality he did nothing wrong. So, I rolled down the window and stared Julius in the face.

“Auriel, I told you something like this could happen. Please, please just talk to him. The lack of communication is one of the main problems here. Just don’t use this to go back to that cold unfeeling bastard you turned into after you and Fabiano parted ways. Look at it from his point of view, in his mind you didn’t want him. You had practically shunned him in front of everyone.” He pleaded, but I just wasn’t ready to hear it.

“Two days, Julius, it’s only been two days. You would think if he really…You know what too late brother dear. I’ll catch you on the flipside.” I pushed the button for my window to slide back up into place. I gunned the engine and Julius stepped back and I pulled away and pointed my car straight for my house, where I was going to go to bed alone. This was not how I hoped my night would have ended.

Maybe I should just count my blessings that I was spared getting involved with yet another fickle submissive. Yeah, that’s what my brain was saying, but my heart was saying something else altogether. I had a cure for disagreeing organs at home, and nice bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue just waiting to be ease my pain. “Yep, that sounded like a good plan.” I thought as I stepped on the gas and felt my baby’s engine sing for me as I raced through the late night, nearly empty streets of the city.

Now that I had my plan in place for the remainder of the evening, I tried to let my mind go blank. Why couldn’t he have just waited for me to explain myself, and let me to apologize to

him? I just shook my head at my own foolishness and kept going, I’ll be home soon enough, and then me and Johnny can get to know one another. It’s turned out to be that kind of night.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Julius

(The

sexy Gandy candy as Julius)

It’s been three weeks since my brother has stomped off all in his feelings, fully regressing back into that dark place he dwelled when Fabricio had financially and emotionally tried ro rape him. Auriel has refused to answer my phone calls or his front door when I showed up time and time again at his apartment. Three long weeks since Gabby, the poor thing, has tried to deflect his pain by uniting all the subs, and organizing a coup that has taken over my club completely. All of the beautiful boys on staff have literally turned the interior of Bliss into a kinky as hell winter wonderland.

There was Christmas decorations everywhere, garlands of mistletoe draped over anything that wasn’t moving, fluffy poinsettia plants, and several tall Christmas trees scattered around, their branches bowing under the weight of the multiple ornaments and twinkling lights. Where one found strings of penis shaped beads, I haven’t a clue. Gigantic wreaths of fresh pine bundles and big red ribbons adorned the main entrance doors.

My poor security staff just indulged the boys and actually wore the red and white Santa hats that were pressed on them by the pretty little subs, who batted their long eyelashes and used those big pleading puppy eyes to get their way. I don’t know how any of my members and guests kept a straight face when they stepped up to the entrance of the club, only to see my big, broad shoulder, barrel chest, muscle bound, bouncers dressed in leathers and sproting them damned fluffy hats on top of their heads.

Even the toys were somehow sporting the theme of the season. I’d nearly spewed lube all over my private playroom floor the other night when I inserted a thick dildo into Kyle’s sweet hole, only to hear the bright purple vibrator begin to play the song, “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas,” and the base flashed with red and green LED lights.

The other Dominants had no idea what do with themselves, other than gawk in total amazement when they saw their boys sporting cock rings with jingle bells attached to the thick leather bands. They even came assorted colors, green, red, and white. The servers attire went

from leather booty shorts to green and red silky spandex short with candy cane striped suspenders and little elfin hats. I’d drawn the line when Santa’s little helpers presented me with a lounging coat that suspiciously looked like Father Christmas’ red and white coat complete with the wide black sash. I’d amandantly refused to wear the thing, absolutely not.

I sat back with the other Doms and watched as other instruments of the lifestyle subcomed to the twinks over zealous but honestly sweet attempts to spread holiday cheer. A secret favorite of mine were the butt plugs that had ornaments like little snowflakes or snowmen attached to the end. So, the boys actually had the trinkets dangling in between the pert little ass cheeks when their Master’s saw fit to plug them for an evening, and the nipple clamps that sported twinkling red and green crystals that glistened under the lights when attached to pink little nipples on slesnder chests.

Several of us Doms and some of the subs alike, didn’t know whether we needed to be turned on or severely concerned with ruthlessly organized schedule of events Gabriel had planned. His main theme seemed to be the twelve days of Christmas. Each of the Doms and subs were exchanging things like a glass dildo instead of a partridge in a pear tree, a set of leather floggers instead of two turtle doves, all sorts of toys up to six surgical steel sounds instead of six geese a laying so far. I had to give it to the boy though, he was creative as hell, but he was hurting.

I’d tried to get him alone and talk to him but he has eluded my attempts so far, and I didn’t want to do, but I’m going to have to go full Master Dominant on the boy. I had spoken with Clay and I’m well aware of the fact that he isn’t well liked but Clay was a wounded beast trying in his own way to fit in. He came from a hard home and an equally hard life. He’s just learning how to mix and mingle with people and most times he tended to rub the subs the wrong way, but I’d promised I’d train him, and that’s what I’ve been doing.

He had informed me that Gabriel was the one to seek him out and requested for nothing other than a flogging, and not one of that would lead to sex or anything sexual. The boy had wanted to fly, he wanted to escape his broken heart just for a little while and soar in his happy place. To get a little after care and recharge.

Gabby is a submissive, an excellent one with needs that weren’t being met by the thick headed brother, and I couldn’t blame the boy for seeking the release he’d obviously craved elsewhere. I was proud he had kept sex out of the negotiations and he had chosen a Dom he wasn’t sexually attracted to, to flog him.

It was just unfortunate Auriel had witnessed the markings left by Clay’s flogging and had taken the entire situation the wrong way. It didn’t help that Clay had purposely baited my brother, something of which I’d given him a stern talking to about. Nevertheless, Aury had compared Gabby’s actions to the betrayal of his former boy and ran with it. Now, I can’t get to the blockhead to knock some sense into him, and I damn sure didn’t want to take this fight to his place of business. This concerned his private life nothis public one.

A light tapping on my office door brought me out of my thoughts and I called out for whomever it was to enter. “Master Julius, Master Marcus and Master Jennings are waiting in the main room, they have requested to see you. They don’t have an appointment so I asked them to please wait while I check with you.” Cody stated, as his little bell jingled on the tip of hat as he bobbed in place. The boy was too fidgety.

“Thank you Cody, you may bring them back. Where is your Master by the way?” I asked, as I leaned back in my chair.

“Um, I’m off shift in the next half an hour, Sir. My Master is waiting for me to finish up so he can take me Christmas shopping, so I’m kind of excited.” He said as those big blue eyes shone with nothing but devotion as he made mention of Shaun, his Dom. I couldn’t help but smile, that explained all that nervous movement. Cody scampered off to do my bidding with a wave of my hand, and I took the time to call the kitchen for a tray of refreshments while I waited for Marcus and Micah to be brought back to the office.

A few minutes past by when another timid knock announced my guests arrival, the door opened and Cody politely stepped back, his back ramrod straight and his stance was perfection as he held his gaze on the floor and waited for the two dynamic Doms to enter my office. Oh, my boys sure knew how to make me proud.

“Hey Julius, it’s good to see you again.” Marcus greeted me with a raised brow after giving Cody another head to toe once over. I already knew what he was seeing. Cody looked like a naughty half naked little elf just begging to be beaten or fucked with in an inch of his life. The boy was a stunning brunette with wide blue eyes, but his platinum collar announced to everyone that the boy was well and truly taken. Not that Marcus or Micah was interested with having a husband and a significant other of their own, but you would have to be dead not to notice Cody standing there dressed as he was in all his stunning beauty.

“I see ya’ll are very much into the holiday spirit on this side of the river.” Micah chuckled as he took a set facing my massive desk. Cody was prepared to close the door only to reopened it for another pretty little server to place the silver coffee tray on the table by the window and excuse himself. This time Cody closed the door and I offered my friends hot chocolate and coffee with select pastries.

After everyone was seated and settled with their beverage choices and a plate of mini cakes. Marcus opened the conversation. “Julius, as another owner of an exclusive club and one of the three deciding parties, I came to ask you about as I would any other member of your club who seeks membership to mine. I was a little surprised to see Auriel’s application for membership even though when I’d last spoken with him about business a few weeks ago, he made no mention of putting in an application. May I ask, what’s your take on the situation?”

That stupid hard headed bastard. If he was standing right here in front of me, I would happily wrap my hands around his neck and strangle the stubborn man. I sighed deeply and with heartfelt regret for breaking my brothers confidence, I explained the entire situation to Marcus and Micah. I am sure in doing business with my brother, and getting ready to launch a marketing campaign for Auriel’s latest fragrance, then Marcus’ research team would have made him well aware of the scandalous story of my brother past, and the dirty laundry Fabricio had attempted to air in public.

I gave him the true story about what happened and how deeply it had affected Auriel and his view on taking another submissive of his own. I went on to tell them about Gabriel, and reminded them of the night of Kyle’s birthday and the epic dance number the boys had entertained us with. I took the story from there right up until the point where I had spoken to my brother about his treatment of Gabby and the reality of needing to let the past go.

I shared with them how proud I was that Aury had made the decision to give himself and Gabby another chance. Then, I explained how that got railroaded by the lack of communication between the two, and misinterpretations because of it.

When I was done with my tale, Micah whistled and shook his head, while Marcus crossed an ankle over his thigh and quietly sat there in silence for a minute. Then he looked at Micah before turning his head and pinning me with those brilliant steel gray eyes of his. I could clearly see the Master Dominant that he is in that shimmering gaze. “Then, my friend, if these two men are meant to be together, but neither of them can seem to talk to one another long enough to achieve it. Then I think we need to stage an intervention, so to speak.”

I sat back and listened to Marcus outline what he thought we needed to do, and the more he went into detail about of his plans was the more I was liking the concept. By the time we had another round of coffee and cake, we had a plan firmly in place. I saw my friends to the front entrance myself and I thanked them and wished them a good day.

I had a renewed bounce to my step, and a boy to find so that I could fuck him until we both were useless for the remainder of the day. “Just you wait brother dear, if this intervention works, then you’ll soon be as happy with Gabby as I am with Kyle.” I thought as I plowed through the dining area and spied my boy across the room as leaning over the bar and chatted with Sebastian. He was wearing a green pair of those delicious little shorts, and my cock immediately stood up and appreciated the view as well. Let the games begin.

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Gabby

(Emil Andersson, my idea of how Gabby looks

)

I was kneeling at Master Marcus’ boot clad feet, trembling like a leaf in the robe he’s had me put on after he had ordered to strip out of my street clothes the minute I set foot into his inner sanctum. We were waiting for Master Auriel to arrive. It took all of my training not to gawk at the fully equipped splendour that was Master Marcus’ his private playroom at his club, The Dungeon.

When Master Julius had approached me and told me the date and time to present myself at Master Marcus’ club. I was a little shocked, and I’m sure it had shown all over my face. I had just arrived for my evening shift when Master Julius had taken me aside and sat me down. He’d quietly explained to me why he wanted me to come here. He went on to explain that he and his friends, the other Dominants like Master Marcus, have decided to step in to help straighten out the mess that Master Auriel and I have created between us.

He went on to warn me that there are things I’m going to learn about Master Auriel’s past that might be hard to hear, but will certainly explain his actions. He made sure I understood that it wasn’t his place to tell me about it. I’d really felt like a novice when he reprimanded not only me, but his brother as well, about our serious lack of communication between the two of us, and to be honest, Master Julius was right.

Both Master Auriel and I are very much aware that open and honest communication in the lifestyle is the key. Honesty and trust is the foundation of everything about BDSM, whether it’s just being a one time play scene or being in a long term contracted relationship. Both are a key element in the lifestyle and we have both failed atrociously to open the line of communication with each other. We have failed to talk to each other and let our fears and past experiences influence our actions.

I could tell that Master Julius blamed his brother, seeing that he was the Dom in this situation, and should’ve controlled the situation better than he did, but I didn’t blame Master Auriel at all. He couldn’t have known how I felt about him without me telling him. I fully blamed myself for not having the courage to confront the man I want.

I should have stepped up and told him what I needed from him, but he was so hard to read, and I’d feared his rejection. Fear and the lack of confidence on my part contributed to me running away, and making choices that I wouldn’t otherwise make. I’d mentally beaten myself up many a night since then for not voicing my needs to the Dominant I needed to fulfil them.

The one thing I refused to apologize about, was the situation with Master Clay. The Dom did me a favour, I’d needed the physical and emotional release that the fronds of his flogger provided for me.I’s been stressed beyond belief for months and damn it, and to be honest my craving for the man amped up my cravings for the heated sting followed by the slow burn of being beaten.

At the time, I’d felt that the only man I wanted to belong to, the Dom I needed to provide me with the delicious escape of sending me soaring into my subspace, didn’t want me. That somehow I wasn’t good enough for him to bestow the sting of leather on my skin. Master Clay understood I’d desperately craved to release the tension caused by my insecurities. So I’d gone to him, the one Dom in the club I knew wouldn’t refuse me when all the others had all gathered circles around Master Auriel, and refused to play with me until he set foot in the club again and either claimed me or refused me.

My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head when Master Marcus slowly carded his fingers through my hair and gave me a twinge of pain when he tugged sharply on the roots. “Calm yourself, pet. Your Master is on his way upstairs.” His deep voice shivered down the length of my spine. If someone had told me that some point in my life, I would be kneeling for Marcus Roche, Master Dominant, I would have laughed in their face.

So, I find myself kneeling here, and I know Master Marcus isn’t mine, nor did I want him to be. But sweet Jesus, any submissive living the lifestyle would give anything and everything they have to be in the position I ’m in right now. Even if it’s just to sit and be pretty at the man’s feet. I don’t know what they had planed for me, but I know that I wasn’t going to let any other Dom lay a finger on me tonight other than Master Auriel. I’ve learned that lesson, and if I had to safe word to accomplish that, then so be it. U just wanted the opportunity to tell master Auriel how I feel about him. Then I’ll know once and for all if I need to move and try to forget about the man.

I was so into my thoughts, and with Master Marcus petting me, I was almost reduced to a pile of warm goo on the cushions I was kneeling on that I startled when he whispered,

“Heads up, sweetness, show me the superb training I know you possess. Now let’s dazzle the man, shall we?” I immediately straightened my spine and assumed my present position. I preened when the Dominant leaned over and praised me. “You’re absolutely stunning, pup. Make him want to eat his tongue.”

He sat up just as the door opened and I dropped my eyes to the floor in front of me. I peeked under my lashes to see who had entered the playroom. My heart started fluttering all over again when Master Julius further stepped into the room. It almost stopped completely when he was followed my Master Damien dressed in nothing but leather pants and boots. God, where did these men come from, it was like the good lord made them to show the rest of us what perfection really looked like.

Then oh my god, Master Auriel entered the room, his wide muscular chest was on display through the unbutton silk shirt he was wearing along with his leather pants. His gorgeously cut abs just begged to be worshipped, and that glorious trail of hair leading to the place I could really be happy had the overtaxed organ dangerously picking up speed as it pounded away a mile per minute behind my sternum.

The man stepped just inside doorway and when he saw me kneeling at Master Marcus’ feet. A fierce scowl covered his face and I could just imagine what he was thinking. I almost jumped up and run to him, to explain that I belonged to him and him alone. But Master Julius words stopped me and well as the light caress on my shoulder from Master Marcus reminding me to keep my position.

Master Marcus waited until everyone was in the room and Mater Damien closed the door. He carded his fingers through my hair one more time before he got to his feet and slowly stalked his way over to Master Auriel. Julius and Master Damien took their position on each side of Master Auriel, and I peeked up and I caught the brief look of confusion on his handsome face before the man went all stoic and resigned himself into settling in to listen to what was going on.

I couldn’t help but watch as Master Marcus made a slow circle around the group of men. He came to a stop directly in front of Master Auriel and stood facing the man. My cock chose that exact moment to let me know that he appreciated the view. The shaft filled and my balls grew heavy and hot, it throbbed to life as I studied the two beautiful Dominants as they stared each other down. The sheer masculine power and sheer sexual tension being emitted in

the room made me feel like I just wanted to grab my shaft, and jerk myself into oblivion at the mouth watering display of testosterone in front of me.

Master Damien broke way from the group and an embarrassing, unmanly squeak almost bubbled out of my throat when I realized he was head right for me. The man’s unique aqua eyes glittered under the overhead lighting, and they pinned me firmly in place. He eased his large frame into the chair Master Marcus. Goosebumps raised up over the surface of my skin he ran a single digit across my cheek in a gentle caress. I shivered as his deep, whiskey smooth voice washed over me as he complemented me on my beauty.

My eyelids threatened to flutter closed at the Dom’s praise and proximity but the flew open again when I heard Master Auriel’s quickly indrawn breath. My entire focus zoomed in on the proceeds across the room. Julius had reached forward and up and literally ripped his brothers shirt from his shoulders and down his arms. One his upper body was naked, Master Marcus stepped forward into his personal space and produced a riding crop out of nowhere, and my eyes went as wide as they could possibly go as I continued to watch the scene playing out in front of me.

Oh my holy gawd. Master Marcus used the tip of the crop and seductively ran the leather flap over the other Dominant’s perfectly shaped bottom lip. The gorgeous Dom smirked at the man in front of him before he purred. “I may have not be the Master who trained you, sweetness. But I am the Master of my club, the Master in this room, and the Master of you, and your stunningly gorgeous pet kneeling over there this evening. And the both of you are going to obey and listen to what I have to say tonight.”

Master Auriel went to open his mouth to say something, but quick as a flash Master Marcus cut his words off by bringing the crop back up and covering his lips with the tip. “I am not asking that you submit to me, although it would be an honour if you did, darling. “ He winked at Auriel, but quickly got serious once again.

“Like myself, you are a trained Dominant, you have earned your place over the years through experience as a Master. But unlike me, you have either forgotten or you’ve let your emotions temporarily blind you about the importance of keeping an open line of communication and honesty between yourself and an intended submissive.” He paused and turned his head to catch my apt gaze. My face flushed to thermonuclear proportions when he gave me a saucy wink before returning his attention back to the man in front of him.

He removed the crop from Master Auriel’s lips and quietly proceeded to circle the man once again. My eyes followed the tantalizing movement of the crop. Under Master Marcus’ control, the tip whispered over the surface of all that sun kissed golden skin, goose bumps formed in it’s wake, and my mouth watered with the desire to trail behind the device with the tip of my tongue. I wanted to taste his skin, draw his unique scent deep into my lungs, and present myself at his feet to do whatever he pleased with me.

“On your feet, precious.” Master Damien stood and held his huge hand out to me. I tentatively placed my much smaller hand in his and let the man pull me to my feet. He led me over to the center of the room, just steps away from Master Auriel and Master Marcus were standing. I remained silent and pliable as Maser Damien reached over my head and pulled down two lined leather cuffs that must have been attached to the ceiling.

A shiver of excitement shivered up and down my spine when the to die for om reached out and untied the belt holding my robe together. Cool air rushed over my heated skin as the last remaining piece of clothing pooled at my feet revealing my nude body to the men in the room. I kept my eyes downcast as he shackled first one wrist, and then the other to the chains dangling from the elaborate pulley mechanism running across the length of the ceiling.

My arms were raised over my head and away from my body to a comfortable position. I was completely open and exposed, and I was okay with that. I was proud of my lean body, and thrilled about the fact that my skin was unblemished and unadorned by any tattoos. I was a blank slate to decorate however my Master saw fit. The only hair on my body was the slight trail of light blond hair trailing down my abdomen and pooled around my groin. Otherwise I was hairless everywhere else except long tresses of blond hair running from my head and down the length of my back, just brushing my shoulder blades.

Anticipation thrummed through my veins like a live current of electricity when Master Marcus called out to me. “Eyes front and center, pet.” He gave me an encouraging smile as he took his position standing behind Master Auriel. “Now is the time to open the lines of communication, the time for the both of you to be up front and completely honest with one another.”

“Now Auriel, Julius did not betray your confidence, he was just at his wits end with trying to figure out how to help you, and jus the barest minimum of your story was told to me/ Enough for me to step in and try to help the both of you my friend. So, please do not take offense.” Master Marcus explained to my Master and I watched with curiosity and concern as every muscle in his beautiful body tensed up.

“As you , little one. You need to speak up for yourself. We are Dominants, we are trained to read your body language, anticipate your emotional and physical reactions, take care of you, and please you to the best of our abilities, but we can’t do any of those things unless we are given the opportunity to get to know you. So tonight, pup, we are going to put it all on the table, place everything out in plain sight for everyone to see, and understand where you both stand, and figure out how to fulfil each others needs.” The Dom concluded as we both nodded our head in agreement to his words.

I watched as Master Julius cleared away my robe, and Master Auriel’s discarded shirt. The crop in Master Marcus’ hand went back to tracing lazy lines all over Master Auriel’s tanned skin. I couldn’t help the fact that my hungry gaze followed the journey until the instrument made it’s way under his chin. Those heated eyes, shimmered as they burned their way over my exposed body. A needy little whimper escaped my lips and my body automatically swayed towards his.

“Now sweetness, explain to your beautiful boy why you were so apprehensive to take on another submissive. Tell him about Fabricio.” Master Marcus stated on a whisper, but it was just loud enough for me to hear his instructions to Master Auriel.

“I am going to touch you now, pup. Don’t worry we are only giving your Master an enticing view while he tells his tale. We want him to see the temptation that you truly are. A lovely package that could be his if he wants, and look there, pet.” Damien whispered in my ear, he let those sexy ass lips brush the fleshy lobe as he directed my gaze towards Master Auriel’s crotch. My already half hard cock went fully erect at the eight in front of me.

“I’d say from that impressive bulge in those sinfully tight leathers Aury is wearing, he more than wants what you have to offer beautiful.” He teased. “Now focus precious and listen, pup.”

For the next hour, I listened to my Master open his heart and pour out all the pain and disappointment caused by his previous sub. The loss of control he felt over the entire sordid situation. He didn’t outright mention the pain and the hurt he felt, but it was plain to see in his handsome features.

There were several instances during the story where I just wanted to break free and gather him my arms, comfort him, and promise him that I would never ever do any of those horrible things to him. I just wanted to ease his pain. It took Master Damien’s comforting hand, and the soothing cadence of his hypnotic voice to calm my frayed nerves, and keep me from struggling against my bonds to get to my Master.

I was further settled by the fact that Master Marcus was standing directly against my Sir’s back as if he was physically giving him the strength he needed to open up his soul, and bare his feelings. He petted my Master through his tale. When the tragic story reached it’s conclusion, I leaned towards my Dom and levelled my trusting gaze on his shadowed one. I gave him a sweet little smile and I watched those storm clouds clear from his gaze.

“There you are pup, now you know why your Master acted the way he did towards you in the beginning of your relationship. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you, pet. Like you, he allowed his fears get in the way of pursuing you. That past incident caused him to hide his heart away, but no more, not after today. Now, I am going to ask you two questions and two questions only.” Master Marcus informed me and I gave him a brief nod, never taking my eyes away from my Sir.

“After hearing all of what Master Auriel had to say, are you over your own fear of possible rejection? And do you still wish to belong him?” The Master questioned.

I cleared my throat and held my head high as I fearlessly answered. “Yes Sir I am, and yes I do with all my heart, Master Marcus.” The Dom’s eyes softened as he smiled in approval at me before walking around to face my Master.

“Two questions for you as well, sweetness. Are you ready to let go of the past and claim this stunning boy as your own?” Master Marcus asked with a knowing smirk curving his lips.

Master Auriel’s gaze heated up even more as those eyes bored into my very soul, and in reaction to the sinful promises emitting from those eyes, my cock pulsed out a stream of precome under the man’s ever watchful gaze as he firmly answered with one word, “Yes.”

“Excellent, now that this situation is all settled, we can leave you two to work out the details on their own. Come along gentlemen, I have my own boy to beat and fuck after dealing with all this. Julius enjoy the club, maybe you’ll pick up a few pointers after witnessing how I roll.” Master Marcus chuckled as he handed Sir the riding crop and ushered

Master Damien and Master Julius out of the room. The door closed behind the three Dominants with a resounding click.

The room went quiet and then it dawned on me. “Oh shit, they’d left me all on my lonesome, totally restrained, and naked with my Dom unfettered, extremely aroused, and holding a riding crop. Yep, it’s about to get turned up in here.” I thought as my heart rate began to spike all over again.

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Auriel

A/N-I want to take the time to thank you guys, as usual your support and your comments are much appreciated and I love yiou guys. We have come to the end of another story. I hope you enjoyed Gabby and Auriel. An Epilogue will follow this chapter and then we are done. Stay tuned though, there wil be a Submissive 3 & 4 with more of our beautiful boys and their Doms. xoxo Dianna*

Dio! The riding crop Marcus had gleefully thrust into my hand before the smug bastard quickly ushered my brother and Damien out of the room, felt like it weighed a ton. Like it was making itself known in my palm of my hand.

I turned to look at the stunning sight splayed out in front of me like he was a pagan offering to the gods, and for a minute a was stumped on what I was supposed to do. I was still feeling raw and utterly exposed from explaining my pitiful choice in choosing a man that was totally inappropriate for me, and the fall out that said man had created in my life.

I questioned if my beautiful boy saw me as weak and unfit to dominate him. But I quickly shook the thought away. Marcus’ words filtered through my mind, “This was the time to be honest and up front with each other.”

So, I ignored my throbbing erection pushing against the zipper of my leathers, and slowly walked over to my wide-eyed beauty. I asked him the one question that had my gut boiling with nerves. “After everything you’ve heard me explain about my past tonight, are you sure you still want me as your Dominant?”

Gabriel’s gorgeous eyes flared, and blazed with such a fierceness, it had me holding my breath as I waited for his response. His slender chest heaved with the deep inhalations and expulsion of air through those plump pink lips. He leaned as far as he could go towards me stared me straight in the eye. “I have wanted you to be mine, to see me, and want me and only me since I first laid eyes on you.”

“I wanted you to make me your boy, give me a contract and have me proudly kneeling at your feet while wearing your collar. I waited and waited for you to notice me, but night after night you played out scenes with every house sub except for me.” His face fell with his remembered pain. I dropped the crop on the floor and rushed the final few steps to his side. I reached up and quickly released his wrists from the restraints and gently rubbed his soft skin to make sure that he was unharmed or stiff. I led him over to the sofa on the far side of the room, picked up his discarded robe and wrapped it around his trembling shoulders.

I sat down next to him and took his delicate hands in mine. “Baby, I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. It’s not that I didn’t want you. It was never that. I acted that way because the minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you had the capability to bring me to my knees.” I sighed.

“You made me feel again, you awakened a long dormant dream buried deep inside of  me. One that I thought I’d never find with anyone, anytime soon. Understand that the last person I wanted as my submissive turned out to be a complete failure. The person I’d made my boy and attempted to live out my dream with, betrayed me in the worst possible way. He had taken my feelings, my trust, and threw them away like they were garbage. It has taken me a long time to get over it. I had vowed to never put myself in that situation ever again.”

I brought those dainty fingers up to my lips and kissed each and every single digit before looking back up into his stunning shimmering eyes. “Then I saw you, precious and I immediately knew that you have the ability to once again make me reach for what I wanted most, and I wanted you by my side. That scared the shit out of me.”

Gabby’s adorable little chin quivered, but he still managed to give me a watery smile. “Can we just put it all behind us and move on from here. I want nothing more than to belong to you. I’ve watched you during your public scenes, and I’ve listened to the other subs talk about you no matter how it hurt to hear the details of your scenes with someone other than me. But I still knew for sure you are more than capable of making me soar. Will you claim me as yours, Master?” His voice quivered with anxiety on his last question, but those big bright eyes were full of hope, and I found myself once again falling under his spell.

“Baby boy, it will be an honour to make you mine. We are going to have to take it slow, sit down together, and go through the necessities of a long term contract. We need to make our hard and soft limits clear and concise, because we have done a bang up job of misunderstanding each other and that foolishness comes to an end today.” Right as I made that statement, my cock chose that precise moment to twitch against my zipper as if it was disagreeing with my decision to slow things down for the moment.

The excited organ went from half mast to full on steel enforced erect, when my beautiful boy coyly peeked up at me from under the length of those incredibly long lashes. Any saliva I had in my mouth dried up completely when he slid himself across the cushions of the sofa, and pressed that delectable little body so close to mine, that he was practically sitting in my lap.

Gabby literally purred in my ear as he rubbed his mouth watering scent all over me. I couldn’t help the grin that curved my lips. His movements reminded me of a possessive animal+ scent marking it’s mate.  After a few minutes of basking in the sensations of having him so close, my boy eased away and he got to his feet, turned to face me, and dropped he robe, fully exposing himself to my hungry gaze.

Gabriel sank gracefully to his knees. He spread his smooth thighs apart and kept his back ram rod straight with the palms of his hands resting on his knees. That pretty blushing erection bobbed feely between his legs, rock hard, and the tip glistening enticingly with his arousal. “Are you saying that we cannot play before we negotiate our contract, Sir?”

It took me good minute or two for my lust addled brain to register Gabriel’s question. I think my thought processes must have fallen to the floor, right along with his robe. I was rendered dumbstruck by everything about him. Gabriel was simply exquisite, there’s no other word that could adequately describe him. If I had to chose another descriptive word for him, it would have to be, perfection. My boy is simply perfect for me in every way.

I decided that I very much wanted to give him what he was hinting for. I loved how he responded to just my presence alone. His guileless but arousing responses made me want to see how my beautiful boy would react to a little physical teasing. So, I slowly relaxed my posture until my back was resting against the plump, leather cushions behind me.

I watched Gabriel’s expressive eyes darken with desire as they followed  the trail of my hand  over the ridges of my abs, and lower until I cupped my crotch. I made a slow, sensuous show of adjusting my turgid prick in my pants.

By the time I spread my legs a little wider, giving him a perfect, full frontal view of my now tented, leather covered crotch. Gabby’s pupils were fully blown wide open, and my sweet boy was panting for air. His creamy skin flushed bright red, and the sexy stain slowly spread all over his delicious body.

Gabby’s member pulsed like it had it’s own heartbeat, it was an angry looking purple, rock hard, and the mushroomed cap was enticingly wet already, dripping line after line of precome on the hardwood floor in front of him.

It turned me on beyond belief to see him so beautifully aroused, to watch the tip of his little pink tongue peek through those perfect cock sucking lips to moisten along the length of his bottom lip. It was as if  Gabriel was  unconsciously priming himself to wrap that pretty mouth around girth of my eager shaft.

I closed my eyes to the mesmerizing sight sitting so flawlessly still in front of me, and I took a few deep breaths and allowed myself to fall into the proper headspace. I let my inner dominance free and my eyes snapped open with renewed purpose. I stared at my boy for another heartbeat or two before I whispered the command. “Come here.”

Gabriel rose just as gracefully to his feet as he had knelt down there to begin with. His movements were so smooth, and so elegant. He was so well trained everything he did seemed like they were effortless. When he got close enough, I quickly surged forward and grabbed him by the waist and tugged. Gabby released a surprised little yelp as he landed, straddling my thighs. His shapely ass was pressed firmly against the length of my shaft. His hands were on my shoulders, helping him keep his balance.

I didn’t believe in wasting time when I’d made my mind up about something, and right now I fully agreed with my boy. We didn’t need a intricate contract signed in triplicate to enjoy our time spent with each other. Right now, I’m wasn’t planning on doing anything other than hopefully getting granted the opportunity to bury myself balls deep into his delectable ass. To consummate our relationship and claim my boy.

My hands snaked up from his slender hip. I traced every knot along his spine until my fingers threaded into his soft, silky hair. “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me and I’ll do whatever I have to  make it happen.” I whispered against the warmth of his skin. I licked a tingling line from his throat to his ear, and my eyes almost rolled back into the back of my head with the sheer pleasure I derived just from the taste of his skin.

“Make me yours.” Gabriel pleaded as he threw his head back to give my greater access to the sensitive skin  of his throat. His fingernails scratched against my skin as he held me tighter. The little whimpers and mewls he was making went straight to my overheated groin. And when my lips found his, my boy immediately opened for me and granted me access to the honeyed cavern of his mouth, and I dived in like a starving man and he was my last meal.

We devoured each other, the way our mouths clashed  as we kissed was fast, hard, and so fucking hot. My hands shook as I snaked them in between our gyrating bodies to pop the top button of my leathers. And with Gabriel’s mouth still fused to mine, I managed to until the tight pants and slide them down to the top of my thighs. That was as far as they were going to go because I refused to let my baby go in order to take them off completely.

“So fucking sweet. You’re perfect, baby” I praised as Gabriel writhed like a mad man in my lap seeking more of the friction of his member caught in between our heated bodies. “That’s right baby, take what you want, show me what you need.” I husked as he continued to grind into me.

My hands found the rounded curves of his flexing ass and I grabbed two handfuls of those firm mounds. I encouraged his movements by splaying his ass open and squeezing them closed a few times before releasing them despite Gabby’s whine of protest. I damned near knocked the bowl of condoms and lube of the side table before I was able to grab one of the small bottles and slippery fluids. 

Every nerve, every cell in my body was alive and on fire. I was surround by Gabriel. It wasn’t about the fact he was currently glued to me like second skin. It was everything, his taste, his smell, the feel, and the sight of him rubbing himself off on my body, using me to bring himself pinnacle of his release.

I dropped the lube somewhere on the cushions beside as I wrapped a hand around his shaft. “Yes baby, give it to me. I want to see you come. I want to feel the heat of your come on my skin. COME!” I barked the command.

I watched in awe as Gabby’s beautiful body bucked like a wild beast before every muscle in his slender frame locked in place. He threw his head back and I felt the muscular pulsing of his shaft in my hand. “Oh My god, Yesss!” He shouted as the head of his shaft exploded.

“Simply stunning.” I whispered, but I doubt he heard me, he seemed to be so lost in the riding the sensations of his orgasm. I found that I couldn’t wait any more. My body was screaming for my own release. I needed to be inside of him, I needed to feel his tight channel milking my length. I wanted to pound my name right onto his heart with the head of my cock. A groan rumbled out of my chest as my impatience began to leak through lustful haze.

My arm flashed away from my boy, and I patted against the cushions until I found the lube. I snatched it up, popped the top, and upended almost the entire contents of the bottle onto my free hand. My entire body buzzed with anticipation, it was like I was a wire and someone just turned on the electricity. I’ve never felt so alive, totally wired, and almost incoherent with need. 

Gabriel was still rocking his hips above me, rubbing off the last of his completion on my ridges of my abdominal muscles, and the sight of him floating in bliss made me even harder. I let my slippery digits slide into his crease of those biteable cheeks and an animalistic groan escaped my lips when my fingertips coasted over that hot quivering hole. I needed to be in there like right now.

My baby’s whimpers picked up in volume and frequency as I painstakingly but quickly worked up to three of my thick fingers into his chute’s rippling heat. The inner muscles of his channel felt like liquid lava against my invading digits. My cock jerked and I had to grind my teeth to keep my own release at bay. My balls were drawn so tight up against my body. I feared just rubbing the engorged head against his entrance was going to have me shooting off  like prepubescent teenager.

“Please, please Master. I’m…Ah…Ready. Please I need feel you inside me.” He pleaded so sweetly, that I had no choice but to give him what he wanted.

I gently pulled my fingers out of him, and I sorely wished I had him bent over in front of me to watch myself enter and fuck the life out of him. But I wasn’t average in the least when it came to the size of my package, and I had to be careful when taking my baby for the first time. I needed him to have control for now.

Jesus Christ. My whole body shuddered when I aligned myself to his needy little hole, and the stretched muscle allowed the bulbous cap of my member to slide into the searing heat of his body. Gabriel cried out above me, and I loosely held his hips as he began to grind his way down the length my shaft. 

Holy, sweet hell.  His ass swallowed the entire length of my shaft, and I watched with pure adoration as he planted his small hands on my shoulders, spread his legs out a little wider, and proceeded to ride me like I was a fucking thoroughbred racing for the win at the Kentucky Derby.

What little restraint I was holding onto vanished in a blaze of sweaty glory. I worked myself down the sofa until my back was resting on the seat. My legs were bent at the knees and feet were splayed wide apart. My cock was still buried deep inside my baby’s body as I urged him to plant both of his feet on the sofa at either side of my hips. I had him holding still in a squatting position over me. Gabriel’s gaze flared even brighter when he realized what I intended to do. He’s proven he could take it, and fuck if my body didn’t need it.

I cupped  his curvy ass in the palms of my hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Ride Me.”

Gabriel released a grunt as he began to bob up and down, slamming his ass down repeatedly on my dick. I helped him bounce to his hearts content until he found a rhythm that had him throwing his head back, and moaning like he was hoping god could hear him. The room filled with the sounds of us fucking each other into oblivion. Flesh slapping against sweaty flesh, grunts, groans, whimpers, and mewls all added to the inferno burning in the core of my body.

The fire was slowly branching out, spreading outward consuming everything in it’s wake. My legs and thighs burned with my combined exertions and supporting Gabby’s downward thrusts, but I ignored the minor discomfort for the rapture I was experiencing by giving, and receiving the fuck of a lifetime. I started bucking my hips upwards, slamming into him on every one of his down strokes.

We were frantically fucking each other. The feel of Gabriel going wild above me, the little noises he was making sent me closer and closer to the edge. When Gabriel’s fingernails sank into the muscles of my pecs, and he threw his back and thrust his pelvis so hard against mine, I swear I heard the bones slam together.  My boy screamed on the top of his lungs as his shaft spurted line after line of milky fluid all over my abs, chest, and even my chin.

His tight channel rippled powerfully before it mercilessly clamped down on the length of my member. His channel squeezed my orgasm right out of me. All the air in my body exploded out of my mouth, stars floated in front of my eyes, and I swear I went deaf and mute as I came like I’ve never come before. My spine bowed and my boy took everything I had to give.

When my ass hit he ground, my shaft slipped from Gabriel’s body as he snuggled down into my lap and buried his face under my sweaty throat. I felt the of my release leaking onto my thigh, and I felt so fucking satisfied that I could have walked on air. He was mine, my boy, and I could hold it in anymore. “Mine.” I whispered as I nuzzled his ear.

My baby sighed, a sound full of contentment before he purred. “Yours, Sir.”

The End

Remember, there will be an epilogue, I hoped you enjoyed Gabby and Aury, xoxox

Epilogue

Epilogue

Auriel

One year later…

“Julius, I swear every time I set foot in your club, you seem to have absolutely no control of your own domain. “Marcus smirked as he sauntered across the main floor towards our table. He raised an eyebrow when a pretty little twink wearing nothing but a pair of obscenely short, red leather booty shorts, and a matching harness with jingle bells attached to it, dashed by him, just managing to spare the Dom with a respectful nod of the head before he scurried to the bar to replenish his serving tray.

“They have free reign of club for the holidays to do as they wish inside these walls, where they are safe and protected as always. That makes them extremely happy, and I’m tired of telling you guys, if the little ones are happy then everyone is happy.” Julius made a show of adjusting his junk in his leathers and suggestively wagging his eyebrows.

Shaking my head, I could only laugh at my little brother’s behavior. The other Dominants seated at the table burst out laughing at Julius’ innuendo as well. The fact of the matter though, was that Julius was right. If your boy is happy and content, then so are you as his Dom, because you know you have done your job taking care of the most important person in your life.

My gaze flickered over towards the stage and I smiled indulgently at my boy. Gabby was in his element surrounded by his best friends, Tory and Sammy, Corey, Gavin, a new boy, I think Thomas is his name, and few of the other house subs. My chest puffed up with pride every time his hand unconsciously reached for his platinum and diamond collar. The lock was shaped like a glistening snowflake since Christmas is his favorite time of the year, and it was during this holiday, my boy submitted so beautifully to me and agreed to be mine.

“Hello gentlemen.” A deep voice greeted us over the cheerful Christmas jingles that was tastefully piped through the club’s sound system. We all nodded our greeting.

Master Sloan slid his tall muscular frame into the plush sofa where we all seated and watching our boys socialize. A man that could past for his twin took a seat next to him. The only difference between the two was the newcomer was sporting sleeves of tattoo on his thick arms, and he was slightly taller than Sloan. That was something because Sloan is one big, and I mean ginormous individual.

“Guys, I’ll like you to meet Patrick, my older brother.” His brother gave an identical smile as he waved to all of us. “Patty, this is Julius, he owns this wonderful establishment. Sitting directly to his right is his brother, Auriel. Then over here is Marcus Roche, Damien Carter, Philip McMahon, Dean Porter, and Michael Kemp.

The men all took a turn in welcoming Patrick to the fold. My eyes immediately back to my boy. He must have felt my gaze boring into him. He turned his head and looked right back at me before coyly lowering his gaze. I tuned out everyone and everything around me when my boy broke away from his friends and sauntered that sexy little body heading towards me.

My cock jerked to life behind my zipper and my eyes were riveted to the near nakedness. Those damn boy shorts would bring any red blooded male to his knees. Gabriel snagged a glass of spiced eggnog from a server, stopped directly in front of me and gracefully lowered himself onto his knees. He presented the drink like an offering and waited in perfect position for me to take the beverage from him.

“Thank you very much, pet.” I leaned over and literally purred the compliment in his ear.

Gabriel released a little stuttered breath before replying, “you’re welcome, Master.”

Taking a sip of drink, I heard Julius complimenting Gabby, and I smiled at his flushed cheeks. My boy politely thanked my brother before asking my permission to go back to his friends, of which I granted, and watched his delectable ass the whole time those gorgeous rounded cheeks swayed from side to side as he walked away.

“Case and point, gentlemen. A happy boy makes for a happy Dom. I mean, look at the poor sod’s face here. He is totally smitten.” Julius chuckled when I flipped him off.

Just then, Kyle came bouncing over and flounced right into Julius’ lap. My brother immediately focused on his boy. Kyle stuck out his little pink tongue, and used the appendage to

capture the little cocktail straw. The little vixen wrapped those luscious lips around the straw and sucked the creamy liquid into his mouth. Julius watched his boy swallow and his Adam apple bobbed up and down like he was the one taking a drink. The little minx then leaned forward and kissed his Dom right on his lips.

Julius’ free hand shot up and grabbed a handful of blond curls. He pulled his boy’s head back and licked a wet trail from his lips to his collar bones. A dazed and panting Kyle looked up his Master and smiled sweetly at home before scampering off back to his friends.

“You were saying about someone being smitten with his boy…mmm.” Marcus teased as he raised his glass to Julius. All of the Doms laughed at my brother’s honest to goodness pout. Eggnog almost spewed out my nose, I haven’t seem him do that since he was six years old?

“Marcus, my friend, I don’t think there is a man seated here tonight who isn’t wrapped completely around his submissive’s finger. So we can all agree on that point.” Damien added his two cents as he winked at his blushing beauty across the room. Gavin was too cute for words.

“It’s actually nice to see you guys with your boys. The devotion and the sexual chemistry gives us single and seeking Dominants hope.” Patrick quietly stated, and we all raised our glasses to him.

“So what time is this Christmas extravaganza supposed to begin?” Sloan asked he accepted a fresh drink from a server.

“Never mind the show, what I want to know is, are they handing out Christmas themed toys like they did last year? I missed my chance at getting one of those twinkling butt plugs for Corey.” Marcus guffawed and everyone but Patrick groaned and rolled their eyes.

Marcus saw Patrick’s confusion and went on to explain in detail about the twelve days of kinky ass toys that sang Christmas Carols and glowed the seasons colors when in use. He nearly choked when he informed him about the peppermint flavored lube, and the hot chocolate flavored condoms. Patrick just shook his head and Sloan had to add his two cents, the bastard, about my custom purple dildo with the led lights that sang, Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.

Any scathing comments I may have made was squashed by Sammy taking the stage to announce the first performance. Now you would think a Christmas show included singing and dancing and such, but hey this is a kink club. A private exclusive BDSM friendly establishment. Although their were some sexy shows presented by the boys dancing and modeling the latest leather gear. The main event consisted of some very well known and much sought after leather crafters and custom toy makers in the industry. Half the proceeds from the sales tonight also benefited several group homes for runaways and displaced kids.

My leg bounced up and down with anticipation, I had other plans fir this evening after the show. Thanks to Julius, I’d already managed to set up the private suite in preparation for later, and I’d already bought several interesting toys to use on my beautiful boy. Now, all I wanted to do was to get my boy alone so I can give him the Christmas he truly and well deserved. I want this Christmas to erase the pain and confusion of the last one before our friends and to intervene and set us on the right path.

“Everything is almost winding down, they are going to be partying well into the night. Why don’t you head on back, and I’ll send Gabby along in the next few minutes?” My brother whispered in my ear.

Nodding my agreement, I excused myself from my friends and as casually as I could. I made my way towards the private section of the club, where the VIP suites were located. Once I got to the room, I went through the usual security checks with the panic button and the emergency phone. Not that we are going to need them, but club rules and for safety all around, they were there.

After checking the security system, I went over to the table next to the bed and double checked the integrity of the hemp rope that I’ll be using to restrain my boy. A tingle of need shivered down my spine at the thought of Gabriel naked and bound, that luscious body on display for me to do what I pleased. I was almost giddy by the time I shrugged out of my sweater. I pulled my undershirt over my head and folded them neatly and placed them on the chair in the corner. I popped the top button of my leathers and unzipped them just enough to give my little love a preview of the goods. I so loved when my boy fixated on my body, it made me feel like I’m ten feet tall.

There was a tentative knock on the suite door and I made him wait a few seconds before I called out for him to enter. The door opened and Gabriel peeked around the gap and those kissable pink lips curved into a smile as he advanced further into the room and closed the door behind himself. I said absolutely nothing, because my boy knew exactly what to do.

Gabriel walked over to me, he stop a few feet away before he gracefully sank to his knees and assumed his present position. His back was ramrod straight, his legs slightly parted, with the palms of his hands resting on his knees. He held his head high, but those gorgeous eyes were downcast as a sign of his respect for me. Something which I didn’t take lightly at all.

Looking at him kneeling there so peaceful and content, so perfect and obedient as he awaited ro perform whatever instruction I wished to give him had all my plans for the evening flying right out of my head. I reached up and ran a finger over the key to his collar, and I was suddenly overcome with all of the love I felt for this beautiful boy, this man who had awakened my long dead heart. This angel that brought love and light back into my world. The one person that was the greatest gift that I have ever had the pleasure to receive. My love, my life, and my partner for as long as he sees fit to have me at his side.

I had to swallow the lump in my throat as I walked over to him, and do something I have never done since the days I was training in the lifestyle. The days where I was a submissive myself before I trained as a Dominant. I kneeled in front of my boy and watched his eyes go wide with surprise to see me on my knees in front of him.

Drawing a deep breath, I opened my mouth to say my piece. “Baby, I had tonight all planned out, the scene I had in my head was all mapped out, and the implements I was going to use during our playtime have been meticulously prepared and ready, but I’ve changed my mind.” I raised my hand to run a gentle finger over his soft cheek while holding his gaze.

“It was this time last year, that I stopped fighting myself, that I finally let my past go so that I could embrace my future. So that I could embrace you and be the Dominant you needed, and the man worthy of your love. This past year with you at my side has been beyond anything that I could have ever imagined, and baby, tonight it’s all about you, what you want. I give myself to you, my heart, my body, my life, and even my very soul. Tonight I want to be your

man, your lover, not just your Master.“ I whispered, as I wiped away the hot tear that trickled down the side of his beautiful face.

Gabriel flung himself into my arms and wrapped his arms tightly around my neck. I could feel the warm wetness of more tears as they spilled out of his eyes. “Master…I mean Aury, I love you with everything I am. I have loved you since you first set foot in the club, and I will continue to love you until the day I die and even after that. Tonight, it’s not about the sex or the scene, it’s about us on the very night we began our journey together a year ago. I just want you to hold me, to love me, and let us just enjoy being together now and hopefully for as long as we live and breathe.

“Baby, I want you to know that I am going to be adding another piece of jewelry to go with your collar. But this piece will also bind you to me for the remainder of our days…A solid never ending circle that with reaffirm my love for you, a symbol to let you know my feelings are never ending.” I said as I followed my little love as he got to his feet with a watery smile.

“Well then, when you see fit to give it to me, then the answer will be yes, I accept.” He stated before he leaned forward a gave me a loud smacking kiss on the lips. He pulled me over to the satin covered bed and climbed onto it, he patted the sheets next to him, and I got on and immediately gathered him into my arms.

I pulled the blanket up over us as Gabby cuddled into me. We laid there for what seemed like hours and hours, just content with listening to each other breathe, and reveling in the feel of our bodies pressed against each other. My eyes were starting to get droopy but Gabriel’s sweet little voice broke through the fog of sleep. Somewhere outside a cheer went up and the faint sound of Christmas Carols could be heard, Christmas Eve has turned in Christmas Day and I was right where I wanted to be,

“Merry Christmas, I love you.” He whispered against my chest.

I squeezed him tighter to me. “Merry Christmas, baby. I love you too.