Part 1…For a Good Cause

Taken from from my book of One Shots called Nosebleed Central

Sammy’s compassion for his best friend’s Social Anxiety Disorder overrides his bad experience with his first go round with Club Bliss’s submissive auction. Little does sweet little Sammy know that there is a surprise waiting from him when the auctioneer’s gavel strikes on the final bid. He his sold for a night of passion to the last person he ever expected to bid on him.

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Chapter 1

(Chord Overstreet, my idea of what cutie Kye looks like————->)

“Absolutely not, Kyle. Never, nope, not in this lifetime, and not even for Jesus Christ himself.” I amandantly refused Kyle’s request as I scurried towards the employee’s locker room. I was diligently trying to avoid my best friend, co-worker, and roommate, and what he was trying to beg me to do for him.

Kyle chased after me and followed me into the locker room. I studiously ignored his barrage of pleading and his big puppy dog eyes as I changed out of my well worn blue jeans and my V neck sweater. I pulled out the black skin tight leather pants that the club required the bar staff to wear from my locker and prepared to step into them.

    “Come on Sammy, please. It’s just a couple of hours of your time; no one says that you have to go home with the winning bidder. It’s just for one evening here in the club, and you know the mantra, safe, sane, and consensual. You do not have to do anything that you don’t want to do. I can’t get up there in front of everybody, please just do me this one favor.” He pleaded. Kyle was almost on the verge of tears, he was so distraught. I could feel myself softening as he continued to bat those big blue watery eyes at me, I had to turn away from him.

Shit, shit, shit . I didn’t want to do this. Over a year ago, I had my turn on the yearly submissive’s auction block and what a fucking disaster that had turned out to be. The encounter between the so called Dominant and I had turned out so bad that Julius, the Master Dominant and owner of the club has actually let me slide every year since then when it came time for the charity auction that took place this time of year to benefit the local charities for the LBGTQ homeless teens.

“Please Sammy, there’s no way that I’ll be able to function at all up on there on that stage. Julius said he will only release me from the responsibility if I found someone suitable enough to take my place. He is not budging on this one. You are my best friend, please do this for me. I will most likely have a panic attack of epic proportions in front of everyone, if I have to get up there. You remember the last one I had don’t you?” He meekly reminded me of his last emotional and gut wrenching episode.

After literally jumping into my leathers, I spun around and glared incredulously at him. “Then why the hell did you decide to come and work in a god damned BDSM club of all places? It’s not like I never explained what the atmosphere around here is like before you applied for the server’s job.” I barked, totally frustrated with him as turned back and angrily slammed my locker closed.

I stomped over to counter with the wall to wall mirrors and picked up the jar of hair gel. I ran my fingers with some product on them through my hair to keep my unruly curls partially tamed through the night, and I made the ultimate mistake of looking at Kyle’s reflection in the mirror. I felt my heart constrict at the sight of his slumped shoulders and his dejected expression.

I turned around and faced him as I leaned my butt against the counter and crossed my arms across my slender chest. “Kyle, every employee that’s a submissive with the exception of the kitchen staff has to participate in the auction at least once. If I do this for you this year and you are still working here next year, what are you going to do then?” I asked him in hopes that he will overcome his stage fright and just get it over with.

I am a sub, but unlike most submissives in this club, I’m even more paranoid about who I choose submit to, especially after the fiasco with that Dominant who had bid at my first auction and won me for an evening. There was no way I was putting myself at the mercy of stranger because he was highest bidder ever again, even if it’s for a good cause.

I didn’t feel like going into the sordid details about that horrific night and explain to Kyle why I didn’t want to take his place in tonight’s auction, but I also remembered that it took me almost three days to get him to calm down and make sense again after his last panic attack. I vividly recalled the incident with a jealous sub, one of Julius’ cast offs who had accosted Kyle in the parking lot one night and accused him of trying to steal his Dom’s attentions from him, although Julius had never claimed the guy as his boy. We all knew that was the last thing that Kyle would ever do to someone whether it was true or not.

Kyle was a server and a practicing submissive but he still remained unavailable to all that may have wanted to do a scene with him. The green armband he wore clearly advertised that fact to everyone on the scene. All of the employees wore one, the red band was for hardcore play, the yellow band was for open to try some things after extensive discussion, the black band was for open for everything, and the green band was for no scenes or playing of any kind. The band I recently switched to is yellow, after my experience with that over zealous Dominant, I had worn the green wristband for awhile, but I had slowly but surely gathered the courage I needed to reclaim my yellow band.

Julius had found out about the altercation between the cast away twink and Kyle almost immediately and he wound up canceling that sub’s membership to club and gving Kyle a few days off with pay. I had to hand it to my boss, he ran a classy establishment. Bliss was considered one of the most elite adult clubs people in the lifestyle tried their best to get into; it’s a membership only BDSM hot spot in the gay community.

You had to pass a rigorous vetting process in order to get even a one night pass and most times, to get an invitation to join were by recommendation only. No Joe Schmoe off the street could walk into Bliss and request to become a member, but unfortunately some of those assholes who pretended to be players in the lifestyle managed to slip in regardless of all those precautions in place.  That was the case with my bidder; it had been just my rotten luck that I had a run in with one of those said assholes, a man that had no idea what it truly meant to be a Dominant. He hadn’t respected the number one rule of a submissive’s right to use his safe word to stop the scene at any given time.

I shuddered when I remembered what could have happened to me if I hadn’t gotten to the panic button in the room and alerted everyone that I needed help. Julius had been beyond furious at the Dominant, and he had even called the cops on the bastard after the Dungeon Masters had finally restrained him. It had turned out that he had broken another cardinal rule of the lifestyle. He had arrived at Bliss already under the influence of either drugs or alcohol, and no one had suspected it before he had gotten me alone in the private room where he tried to rape me.

Thankfully the shithead hadn’t caused me any physical damage, but he did manage to give me a fair amount of psychological trauma. It was enough that I told Julius point blank that I refused to participate in anymore of the auctions. I withdrew from the scene for awhile and even now, I only played with the Doms of my choosing, the ones I have gotten know over time, and only those who have an unblemished record of playing safely with other subs in the club. I never played with anyone new or with anyone no one’s played with before. I had to choose who and when I participated in a scene with, and that was the only way I could deal with the lifestyle for awhile.

Julius had no choice but to either fire me or agree to my terms, and since I was very popular amongst the club’s clientele and I am sure Julius had felt a little guilty about the entire situation, he had given me a pass. Now Kyle was trying to throw me right back into something that I vowed never to participate in ever again, but what other choice did I have? It’s was either I take the selfish route and make him do it himself and send Kyle into a possible mental breakdown, or get auctioned off again,have a free meal, and call it a night, because I will be damned if I was going to play with someone I didn’t know. Maybe one of my previous Doms will be the one to win and that will make my night even better.

“Fine, Kyle. I will do this for you but you owe me a big fucking favor, I mean a huge one of epic proportions.” I snapped at him and braced myself because I knew exactly what was coming.

Kyle squealed on the top of his lungs and even though I expected it, the wind was still knocked out of me as my best friend crashed his slender frame into mine, and he literally climbed my body and clung to me like a little monkey, and it was just at that precise moment that a few of the other servers and subs came rushing through the locker room door.  Julius was hot on their heels barking at them to make themselves pretty because some of the heavy hitters were in the club tonight for the auction. I almost dropped Kyle out of my arms when he started throwing out the names of some of the most sought after Dominants in the club. The seasoned Masters that the subs here would’ve gladly sell their soul to the Devil to belong permanently to one of those men.

Then Julius said the one name that made me weak in the knees, Master Dominant Sloan McIntyre. Fuck me . He was the one man that I knew was way out of my league. I love this lifestyle, I love to fly, I love giving all my burdens over to my Dom and letting him guide my body through a range of sensations, whether it’s bondage, the power exchange, a little pain, or even orgasm denial, those where my major triggers, and all of which I have watched Master Sloan perform to perfection and silently yearned for him to play with me.

I wasn’t into the Sadomasochism stuff, or the humiliation or any other extreme practices that some of the others were into. Tie me up, spank my ass before fucking me unconscious and I am a happy puppy. But damn Sloan was a Master Dominant in the true sense of the BDSM world, and he has never taken a permanent submissive or slave, and he is a legend on the scene.

His specialty was the power exchange and I have seen him edge a sub almost to the point of insanity. His shibari shows were always standing room only, and all the submissives he’s ever played with could only sing his praises, even if they were bitterly disappointed later on when they were never chosen again to play with the sexy as Hell Dom.

I hugged Kyle a little closer to my body seeking a little comfort and he had no problem cuddling into me. Kyle was just as slender as I was, but where I had midnight black curls and pale gray eyes that were so clear, they almost seemed transparent. Kyle was baby faced with big blue eyes and bouncy blonde curls. He drew a lot of attention, he was just that pretty but Julius made sure that the delicate little beauty was protected at all times while inside the club. And the commanding man also made sure that it was known by everyone that my little friend was off limits.

I had a feeling that Kyle hasn’t run into the right Dominant yet, the one that will capture his interest and give him the right motivation he needed to play, pity he didn’t see what was right in front of him. If only he would just open those gorgeous blue eyes, he would see that he was meant to belong to Julius.

Kyle decided right then to jump out of my arms and bound over to Julius and I watched as the big man’s gaze soften when the beautiful boy wrapped his arms around the Dom’s waist and in one breath, Kyle babbled the entire story about begging me to take his place in the auction and how I agreed to do it.

Julius’ breath taking shocking green eyes snapped to my face, the concern in those emerald orbs was obvious and I just shrugged my shoulders to let him know I was okay with my decision. I didn’t fail to realize that the bad ass Dom still had Kyle protectively tucked under his arm and I couldn’t help the smirk that curved my lips and the rise of a knowing eyebrow at him.

Julius reacted by giving me one of his most Dominant glares and the submissive that I am, I lowered my eyes to give him his due respect. If he was the one to bring sweet little Kyle out of his shell, then so be it. The poor little lamb didn’t have a clue that he has already in his subconcious chosen his man. The tell was right there for all to see with the way Kyle was wrapped around the Dominant’s big muscular body with such familiarity and such ease.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(A. Sailh…my idea of what Sammy looks like———>)

I jumped when the door to the locker room burst open once again and this time it was our stylists for the evening Julius hires for these events and they had finally arrived. We all were gathered and shuffled into the showers. I hated this part of the event preparation on one hand but on the other, it was nice to be pampered as well. We were washed inside and out, moisturized, shaved, tweezed, moisturized again, styled and fluffed until we all glowed. The perfect pretty pieces of ass for any man’s enjoyment tonight. We were dressed according to our coloring, but you better believe it was silk, lace, and leather.

I cursed Kyle and his big pretty fucking eyes as my junk was stuffed into a delicate red lacy boy shorts, my shirt was made of silk in the same fire engine red color as my barely their underwear, and my pants were made of the softest black leather. They seemed tighter than the ones I usually wore to serve my drinks and damned if they didn’t pour me into the damned things. Yeah, Kyle owed me a fucking kidney after all this shit. I refused to let my mind drift to Master Sloan and the fact that he was going to be in the audience tonight. There was no point in getting my hopes up.

I have seen the man face to face approximately three times in the year and a half that I have been working here and master Sloan doesn’t even know I exist. Anytime he had ordered directly from the bar, he never made eye contact with me or even took the time to look in my direction. It was always the same, a sparkling water with a slice of fresh lime. The man never drank anything alcoholic when in the club and I respected him for that.

You never imbibed on liquor and turn around to play a scene, it wasn’t safe for either parties involve. I had learned that the hard way. I remembered the first time when I first laid eyes on the man, it was right after my run in with my one and only auction experience. Master Sloan had made want to play again, even if it was just to get a chance to do a scene with him.  He has sat right at the bar next to Julius and they had talked about their shared experiences in the lifestyle and mutual business dealings and so forth. Master Sloan had stood up to pull out his wallet to get a card or something to give to Julius.

I recalled standing there behind the bar and staring at the man like I was the village idiot. Sloan McIntyre stood at an impressive 6’4 tall and weighed in at about 240 pounds of pure packed muscle. His hair was a mass of midnight black waves, and he had the most intense eyes, his eyes are what captured you at first. They were deep violet almost purple with flecks of hazel around the outer rim. It was almost like they were glowing when he looked at you.

 I knew I was completely lost though when I saw the man in leathers for the first time. I had popped a boner that no matter what I had done, the thing wouldn’t go down. It was that very same night I snuck into his show and I wound up coming all over myself as he tied, edged, and finally allowed the poor sub to come after an hour of intense play. Needless to say, I have never willingly made myself go to another one of his performances ever again.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts, now that we were ready, all we had left to do was sit and wait for the auction to begin. Kyle had disappeared with Julius earlier, and I am sure he was out on the floor by now serving the patrons not involved in the auction out on the main floor. Soon enough Julius returned to the locker room and called out the name of the sub that was first up on the stage. It was Timmy; a cute little ginger that I knew for sure that he was going to get a fetching price. 

Time seemed to have slowed down for me as name after name was called, and I found myself growing exceedingly nervous. I really didn’t want to do this, but before I lost my nerve, run to Julius and beg him to take me out of the event, he called my name. I stood up and my heart was pounding away in my chest, my palms were sweaty, and I was on the verge of running away. Julius must have sensed it because he pulled me out into the hall for a quiet word.

“Calm down pup, all the bidders tonight are long time members of the club and I trust every single one of them. You will be safe and perfectly alright.”   The Dom whispered in my ear. Julius placed a large warm palm on the back of my neck and gave me an encouraging squeeze before pushing me towards the stage.

I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the heavy black curtain and I was almost blinded by the brilliance of the stage lights. I knew there were men seated out there in the audience, but I couldn’t see them beyond the glow of the lights. The auctioneer, another Dom and member of the club, Master Corbin was the announcer tonight. He motioned for me to smile and I vaguely heard him introducing me the crowd and telling them a little information about me and how pretty I was, how exquisite and so forth.

I heard him begin the bid at one hundred dollars.  There was a flurry of words and numbers being thrown out by the Dom while I tried not to fidget as I stood there on center stage. Then all of a sudden, I heard his booming voice shout, “Sold for 500,000 to paddle number ten.” Master Corbin turned to me and gave me a thumbs up sign and I nearly fell of the stage. That was alot of money. My eyes went wide and Corbin literally had to escort my shocked form off the stage. He handed me over to Julius and the big man gave me a firm slap on the ass. The sting of his heavy hand made me yelp before blinking up at him in confusion.

“Th…That’s alot of money. Who was it and what does he expect from me for that kind of cash?” I mumbled as I started to have a minor panic attack of my own.

“A private dinner and whatever it is you are comfortable in doing tonight. Remember pup, you are the one calling the shots not him. You have your safe word and the room is fully equipped for your safety.” Julius reassured me as he led me towards the rear of the club where the private rooms where located.

“Do you know who it is?” I asked as he was practically pulled my unwilling body down the private hallway, I was relieved to see several of the Dungeon Masters lining the hallway scanning everything and everyone with the watchful gaze. Julius came to a stop in front of suite number three with an all knowing smirk on his face.

“Trust me on this; you will have no need to use the panic button this time around.” He said as he opened the door and pulled me into the dimly lit room.

I was scared shitless as I took in the intimate ambiance of the room. There was a table set up in the middle; it was impeccably set for a cozy candlelit dinner for two. There was someone sitting at the table, someone tall and muscular. Their face was in the shadows and it was until Julius addressed the person by name that I felt dizzy and I went weak in the knees.

“Ah, Sloan my friend, here is Samuel, your companion for the evening. Have a good time and thank you for your generous bid, Club Bliss and the numerous charities it will benefit thanks you.” Julius intoned before he excused himself from the room and closed the door behind him. I was left standing there shocked the depths of my soul. All of my training failed me as my mind continued to cease firing as I stood there dumbstruck.

It wasn’t until the man himself gracefully rose from the table and slowly made his way towards me that I recalled enough to stand up straight and clasp my hands behind my back. I lowered my gaze respectfully as I presented myself for his inspection and viewing pleasure. He stopped right in front of me and I swore that you could hear every beat of my frantic heart in the quietness of the room as I peeked at the massive chest in front of me.

Master Sloan was dressed in what was no doubt a designer suit, his tie was silk and it was blood red like my shirt. I discreetly watched as he raised his hand and I had to bite my tongue to keep the needy little whimper of delight trapped in my throat as he ran a gentle finger across the curve of my cheek.

“You are simply exquisite, stunning in fact.” The huge Dom whispered in that deep whiskey smooth baritone of his and I forgot myself as my head snapped up and I gaped up at him in surprise. I am sure this man has seen me behind the bar and around the club, why now would he pay me such a compliment when has never done so before.

The Master stepped closer to me and I had to remind myself to breathe and again I lowered my eyes to show him his due respect. I felt his thumb and forefinger slide under my chin and I had no choice but to raise my head and my eyes to look up into his mesmerizing eyes.

“Samuel, you do understand that you are mine for the evening, right?” He whispered, his lips were mere inches from mine and once again I found myself swallowing a desperate mewl. My body heated and my shaft strained full and heavy in my lace underwear.

“Yes Sir.” I managed to choke out the answer.

“Good boy, now tell me your safe words.” Master Sloan demanded as he continued to caress my cheek with that long thick finger.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(Stuart Reardon…my idea of what Master Sloan looks like———>)

I had to pause for a moment because my brain function was still sluggish from this dynamic man’s mere presence alone. After a year of silently wanting this man, he was standing right in front me telling him that I belong to him for the night and all I wanted to do was rip off my clothes and drop to my knees and let him have me any way he wants me. After a brief pause I finale managed to answer my Dominant for the evening. “Hurricane for stop and storm for slow down, Sir.”

Sloan smiled down at me and I could have sworn the sun had come out for me. He led me to the table and he held out my chair for me and I was ever so grateful because I didn’t know how much longer my wobbling knees would have held me upright. I perched on the edge of the chair with my feet together and my spine perfectly straight. My hands were clasped together on my knees. My head was lowered and I was the picture of submissive readiness. Sloan rewarded me by running his hand through my curls and I heard him whisper, “Beautiful.” Just before there was a perfunctory knock on the suite door.

The Master stepped away and went to answer the door. I heard an exchange of pleasantries before I spied him stepping back from underneath my lowered lashes. One of the servers from the dining room entered with a rolling cart of what I assumed was our dinner. I remained in position I was in, not having permission from my Dom to move as the waiter laid out several covered dishes on the artfully arranged table top. Sir took his seat across from me and leaned back in his chair and crossed his long legs as he waited patiently for our server to finish what he was doing and he politely thanked him as the young man nodded and quickly made his way out the door.

The lock barely clicked in place when I heard my Master bark the sharp demand, “Strip.”

My gut fluttered and my hands shook as I got to my feet on uncertain legs and began to unbutton my shirt.

“No, come here boy and stand right in front of me. I want to see every inch of your delectable skin as you peel yourself out of that fetching outfit.” Sir instructed. His voice had dropped a few octaves and the cadence of it made my cock pulsed and pumped out what seemed like a never ending river of precum.

I stood in front of the mouth watering Dom and willed my trembling fingers to cooperate as I unbuttoned my shirt. I could feel his eyes burning over my exposed flesh, it felt like a physical caress on my body and by the time I shrugged out of my shirt and popped the button on my leather pants I was panting with anticipation. Sir hadn’t moved an inch from the relaxed pose that he was in, but I knew his eyes were traveling over me as he waited patiently for me to disrobe. There was a sharp gasp when I shimmied out of my pants and my bright red lacy underwear was revealed. I made to take them off but Sir stopped me.

“No, leave those on for time being, I love the way they show off that hard pretty prick, now present for me my sweet.“The Master demanded and my arms immediately flew behind my back. I stood up straight and lowered my gaze and pushed out my chest. I remained absolutely still as I waited for him to do something or say something, but only stared at me. I felt I was being devoured by his gaze alone.

It seemed like the whole evening flew by before he made a move, but in all actuality it had only been a few minutes. My entire body vibrated with need when Sir slowly rose to his feet. He ignored my presence as he went about fixing himself a plate from the several selection of mostly finger foods on the table. I dared not to move a muscle as he placed the plate on his place setting before those laser precision eyes zeroed back onto me.

“Come here my sweet and let me feed you.” Sir instructed and I quickly made my way to his side. I went to kneel at his feet, but his large hands maneuvered me to sit on his lap instead, and Oh My Lord,

I had to fight with my own body not to begin hyperventilating. He was so much bigger than me, the muscles in his thighs rippled and flexed underneath mine, and that impressively thick shaft was pressed deliciously against the cheeks of my butt. I just wanted to roll my hips and grind against that turgid flesh, but I refrained and tried to hold onto my composure.

Sir fed me by his own hand, and he kept my mind occupied by asking me to tell him about myself. He fed me a little of everything, and when I asked him if it would please him for me to return the favor and feed him as well, Sir rewarded me by leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. It was the merest brush of his luscious lips against mine, but it was enough to have my fingers tighten in the lapels of his expensive jacket and push myself closer against his body.

“Mmm pet, I can feel you shaking for me. Is it out of fear or is there something you want from me?” Sir’s sexy voice penetrated the sexual fog clouding my brain and I whimpered and shifted in his lap. My ass rubbed over his rock hard length and the next thing I knew I was spun around to face him. My legs were on either side of his and I was sitting the cradle of his pelvis, my dripping member trapped against those ripped abs and his entire length throbbed against my barely covered crease. My entrance was needy, now pulsing and begging to be filled with his mammoth shaft.

I felt his fingers in my hair; I was rendered completely speechless as he used his voice to seduce me. Sir told me in graphic detail of everything he wanted to do to my body. It was unheard of for a Dominant to tell their subs what was going to happen during a scene. The anticipation of the unknown was one of the main ingredients Dominants used to send a submissive into subspace. But Sir seemed to differ from all the rest, he was painting a mental picture so vivid and so realistic, that I found myself grinding and humping against him, and begging him shamelessly for more. His large hands continued to sensually massage me from the top of my head to the base of my spine. I was completely pliant against him, his to do with as he pleased.

Sir continued to verbally fuck my mind. He began this sinful slow grind as he rolled his talented hips underneath me and I felt my balls quiver as my nuts drew up into my body. My arms were around his neck where the Dom had demanded they remain. I could feel my release churning in my groin, the tell tale tingling at the base of my spine had me pleading and mewling, “Please, please Sir, I need to come, please.”

“You want to come for me sweet boy, you think you have earned the right to spill your release before I have found my own pleasure?” The Master asked me and I all but cried at his response. I wanted to come so bad, it was right there, right there on the verge of erupting from my balls…But I didn’t have his permission and I was determined to show him that I was the sub for him. I wanted to submit to his pleasure and have him to so damned pleased with me that he would have no choice but to request my services time and time again or if I can only dream, if he would consider making me his permanent submissive.

“If it would please you Sir, please tell me what you need and I will humbly try my best to give it to you, Sir.” I dutifully responded and I took a chance of giving him a brief glance before lowering my gaze again and, fuck me,

I wish I hadn’t. His magnificent eyes shimmered like they were on fire; those delectable thick lips were parted as he breathed through his mouth. His nostrils were flared open and his hands tightened on my hips, so much so that I could no longer grind myself against him.

“What would please me the most pet is if you slid down onto those lovely knees, free me from my pants and suck me like it this is the last dick you were ever going to see in your life. I also want to see you stroke that pretty cock off while those sweet pink lips are wrapped around me. Now, on your knees like my sweet boy that you are. Show me what that luscious mouth of yours can do.” He whispered suggestively. Sir didn’t have to be told twice as I quickly scrambled off his lap and positioned myself between his thick thighs even before he finished speaking.

The Master was ever so kind to throw a cushion onto the floor for me to kneel on. I appreciated the comfort measure, but as horny as I was, there is no way I was going to last long enough to feel any discomfort in my knees. The trick to this was, getting Sir off just as quickly as I was sure to come all over myself, and he is Master Dominant at that, so it was going to be a challenging task. He has superior restraint and control over his body to be able to do what he does to us poor unsuspecting subs during a scene. Master Sloan could probably hold out on me until the cock crows in the morning.

All I could do was try to get him off, and when my fingers finally worked that long thick work of art free of his designer slacks and silk underwear, I leaned forward and promptly swallowed at least half the length on one go. Sir hissed and thrust his hips forward under the onslaught of my eager mouth. I felt his hands slide into my hair as my lips were stretched wide as he earnestly began thrust up into my more than willing mouth. He pushed himself deeper into the back of my throat. Soon he was relentlessly fucking my face, murmuring all the while that I was such a good boy for taking my face fucking like no other.

My chest puffed out with pride at his praise and my hand found its way into barely their underwear. My fingers wrapped around my leaking shaft and gave myself one long delicious pull from root to tip before I began pumping in and out of my fist. “Yes that’s it baby; work yourself off for me while you swallow my cock.” Sir growled through his clenched teeth. I looked up to see those feral eyes glued to the motion of my hand.

Sir began to give me a litany of instructions. I found myself floating on the edge of reality as he continued to thrust deep into my throat, but Sir was in complete control of my hand on my shaft. He told me when to slow down, when to speed up, when to rub just the glistening head, and when to give the turgid flesh a little twist on the upstroke. Every time I felt like I was on the verge of coming, he would have me back off and slow down my frantic strokes taking the edge off my pending release.

Soon enough I felt Sir’s massive shaft in my mouth swell even more, I had only mere seconds to brace myself for the rush of thick salty fluid erupting into my mouth. I swallowed every single drop of his offerings as I moaned my thanks to him around his throbbing girth. Sir grunted with the vibrations on his sensitive shaft and the next thing I knew, I was sitting with back facing Sir’s chest and my trembling thighs were splayed wide open in his lap. Sir’s large warm hand wrapped around the rigid length of my shaft and he began a punishing rhythm as he jacked me off. I cried, whined, whimpered, and groaned as I danced in his lap, desperately chasing my own release. It felt like a fire had ignited within my chest, sparks from the inferno threaded itself through my body and pooled in my churning balls, my orgasm burned bright right under the surface of my skin.

“That’s it baby, let me command your body, feel me in your mind, and let me touch your very soul. Let me see how much you want what I am doing to you. Let me know how much you crave my touch, fucking come for me beautiful…Come now.” He demanded in my ear and my body tensed, my vision swam, and I even stopped breathing as my balls turned themselves inside out and the head of my shaft erupted like a volcano. Ropes of white thick cum shot all the way across the carpet with the powerful force of my release. My fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs as I writhed and sobbed in his lap, a breathless, “Master.” left my lips as my entire body seized and then I was floating. I just let go and embraced the splendor and weightlessness of my sub space.

By the time I came back to myself, I was lying on the silky sheets of the massive bed across the suite. Sir was still dressed minus his shoes and his jacket as he spooned me from behind. His hands stroked my quilt covered body, and he was whispering assurances to me and he was telling me to come back and be with him. I managed to turn around in his huge arms and I blinked up at him in awe. Never had I flown so high and for so long without being involved in an intense session of bondage and with a hint of pain mixed into the scene. Never had just a hand job paired with mind fuckery has successfully sent me flying, and that just proved how skilled this man was, and how well he could work my body, my mind, and my very emotions.

My eyes clouded when it all came crashing back to me that this mind blowing experience was for one night only, and that this wasn’t the start of something new. This was only for a good cause and that was it. When he walked away from me tonight that was it. Sir never played with the same submissive twice and I was just going to be one of those miserable bitter subs that got a taste of heaven only to be denied another helping of it. I was about to pull away from him when his arms tightened around me and he refused to even let me draw a deep breath.

“Don’t, do not already assume about the state things of things between us before you have given me the chance to have my say. In the end when you came so gloriously for me, you called me Master. Did you mean it? Do you want me to be your Master? Will you be able to submit everything to me, your time, your life, and even your very heart?” He asked, his face a picture of pure serious intent.

I gaped at him in absolute shock. “But…but, you have never taken on a permanent slave or submissive…Um, it’s just a surprise that you would ask me this after spending only a few hours together.” I mumbled trying to make sense of this sudden situation. This was a Master, which meant that he spent his time with whomever he pleased whenever he wanted. If he chose someone to be belonging to him, it was like a marriage and it wouldn’t be after spending only a few hours with the person, to earn a Master’s collar could take a submissive years to accomplish. The submissive would be collared and his every need, desire, and dream would be fulfilled by his Master. The master could either choose his relationship with his sub to be a 24/7 Master/slave relationship, or Dom/sub relationship in the playroom and bedroom only. That was something that would be agreed upon between the two people involved the relationship.

Master Sloan just gave me an mysterious smile before he took a deep breath and his luminous eyes captured mine. “My decision to ask you to submit to me has been a year in the making my sweet boy. I first saw you in all your beauty the very day you came to this club looking for a job, any job to help get yourself through school. I practically bribed Julius to hire you. Then, less than two weeks later before I had the chance to approach you, you were auctioned off the one night I was unavailable to be here to claim you for myself, my only sister had chosen that exact weekend to get married. When I returned, I heard all about what that asshole had tried to do to you and you had withdrawn from the scenes and changed your colors. You stopped playing altogether and I felt like I had lost my chance.” Sir explained as he continued to rub soothing circles across my back.

To say that I was shocked to my very core as I listened to this man, this Master, my Master explain that he had yearned for me just as long as I had yearned for him almost floored me.

He caressed my cheek and continued, “Then last week I received a glimmer of hope when I saw that your wristband colors has changed yet again and I warned off every Dom in place to leave you alone, that you were mine and you just didn’t know it yet. I had your friend beg and plead with you to take his place in the auction tonight. I had even promised him an internship position with my company to get him to do it, but he settled for a future references from me. Everything I have done so far goes to show you baby that those were the lengths I would go to get the chance to see if I could make you mine once and for all. So I’ll ask you again, my love. Do you want me as your Master? Can you submit everything that you are to me? Tonight’s auction was for a good cause, it was for charity but it was my way, my in to get you to myself. I want you for life if you will have me.” Sir rolled his much larger frame over mine and trapped my body underneath his, he pinned my hands over my head as he gazed into my weeping wet eyes. I was literally sobbing; his words and the sincerity behind them went soul deep.

“Yes, yes I want you to be my Master. I already belong to you and I have already submitted all that I am to you.” I barely whispered the words, but as close as he was lying on top of me, I was sure that he heard what I had said. My Master smiled a triumphant smile at me; I was mesmerized by its beauty of it. My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down and captured my lips in a toe curling, spine tingling kiss. I opened my thighs and let his pelvis slide into the cradle of my groin. His solid weight felt absolutely perfect as he pressed me into the mattress. He continued to kiss and love on me while mumbling the word mine, over and over again and I almost floated off the bed, I was so deliriously happy. It wasn’t until my Master heaved himself off of me and I gave a cry of utter distress, but he calmed me with a few loving caresses before walking over to where he dropped his jacket.

I watched as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a long slender box. My heart stuttered in my chest and I popped straight up into a sitting position in the middle of the bed as my Master climbed back onto the bed and sat himself in front of me. “You have consented to be mine, and I promise that I will respect you, cherish you, to keep your safety and sanity as my top priority, and to love you like no other. All I ask for in return is for your loyalty, your honesty, your respect, and your total submission to me.” He stated in all seriousness as he opened the box and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he pulled out the most stunning platinum collar with a diamond and sapphire encrusted lock. He motioned for me to lean forward and I trembled as I obeyed his request.

My Master clasped and locked the heavy linked chain around my neck and locked into place. I sat back to watch him lace the key to my lock around his own necklace and clasp the impressive piece of jewelry around his own neck. “May I look at it?” I asked demurely as my fingers traced over the heavy links.

“Of course, baby.” He said and laughed as I squealed with excitement and almost face planted at the side of the bed in the tangle of sheets. My Master patiently worked my legs free of the bed linens and I scurried off the bed. My Master followed me into the en-suite bathroom at a more leisurely place. I was all but bouncing in place as I smiled wide as my Dominant came up behind me and wrapped his muscular arms around my waist and rested his chin in my hair.

“I don’t have to ask if you are happy to be mine, I can see just how pleased you are baby. I have a feeling that someone has been feeling me as much as I have been feeling for them.” He teased and I just vigorously nodded my head.

“I have wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you, but you never looked twice in my direction. There was no way I was going to approach you, especially after my first experience with the sub auction. I was in a really bad place before Julius hauled me out of my head and I am glad you plotted to get me involved and practicing in the lifestyle again. I am grateful and humbled that you have made me yours.” I stated as my eyes burned into his through the reflection in the mirror. The intensity of his gaze had my entire body flush with heat, and to diffuse some of the seriousness of the situation, I brought my attention back to my extravagant collar. “I can’t believe you collared me, I am going to have to watch my back. The other subs may pool together and have me killed.” I chuckled and shook my head and caressed my expensive sign of ownership. “This must have cost you a fortune, it is so beautiful.” I said as he turned me in his arms and pecked me on my lips.

“Nothing is as beautiful as you my pet, and don’t worry. I will never let any harm come to you. Not as long as I draw breath, now get dressed so I can take you home and we can plan and begin our lives together.” My Master instructed as he led me out the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

“But shouldn’t I wear something a little less expensive on day to day basis?” I asked worried about the safety of my spectacular collar.

“No, you will wear this everyday for the rest of our lives together. I had it personally designed for you.” My Master responded with a stern face. I went to lower my head and apologize but he leaned forward and gave me a quick peck in the lips. “Don’t worry about the cost my love. It was for a good cause.” He teased and we both burst out laughing. Nothing could have brought me down from this very moment. I had the man and the Master of my dreams, and life couldn’t get any better than that.

The End

Part 2…The Reluctant Sub

The Sequel to For A Good Cause

 Shy, broken Kyle has unconsciously chosen his Master he wants to submit to, but he has to overcome his rough introduction to the BDSM lifestyle. He has to fight through his fears to be able to put his trust in someone in order to submit himself fully to the one man that will teach him that the right Dominant makes it easy to let go and to finally embrace his desires.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

(Cutie Kyle–––––>)

A cold sweat broke across the surface of my skin and I cringed with every repetitive arch of Julius’s thick arm and the sounds of leather smacking hard against flesh. I watched Julius perform for the crowded room from the shadows of the stage where his presentation on bondage and flogging was coming to a close. I was gripping my empty serving tray so hard that I was sure my knuckles were white. My God, he is a sight to behold. Julius was standing over the kneeling submissive. He looked larger than life towering over the pretty twink with his magnificently bare chest and those tree trunk thighs encased in the finest leather. The spotlights made the smooth skin of his ripped upper torso gleam like a beacon that was calling out to me, but there is no way I could answer that call. As much as I desperately wanted to, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be anything like all the other pretty little submissive boys here at Bliss.

I could barely talk to the people I work with on a daily basis as it is already, and I panic when I am the center of attention. I literally faint when it comes to someone touching me, well anyone other than my best friend Sammy, and of course, Julius. I looked up once I heard the applause from the crowd just in time to see Julius releasing Brian, his submissive for the evening from his bindings. My eyes wet wide as he helped the young man to his feet and they both turned in my direction and I quickly spun around and scurried my way back to the kitchen. Bursting through the in going swinging door, I slapped the tray on the counter and rushed past the busy chefs and startled servers. I didn’t stop until I was encased in the darkness of the storage closet with my heart pounding away in my chest and I felt the embarrassing hot tears welling up in my eyes. 

Plopping my ass down on a box of whatever, I dashed the tears from my eyes and drew in a deep fragmented breath. I wasn’t always like this, so broken and so scared all the time. I used to be bubbly and outgoing, and full of confidence. No one couldn’t tell I wasn’t a diva, and there was no one sexier than me. But all that changed when I moved away from home and out from under my father’s bigoted thumb. I couldn’t wait to get out of that house, the only happiness I had while I still had to live there was coming to the city to spend time with my brother, Royce and his husband, Isaac. I remembered well when I came out and finally admitted that I was gay to my big brother.

Royce wasn’t married to Isaac then, as a matter of fact, Isaac was a patient at his Psychiatric Clinic charged with the murder of his stepfather at the time. My poor brother was in a strop trying to fight his desire for Isaac because of his oath as physician. He battled with ethics of the situation about starting a relationship with a patient, a battle he obviously lost. Now they were happily married, Isaac’s name was cleared of all charges, and he is a prominent attorney and child advocate for the State. They were so nauseating to watch; even when they argue you can’t help but to feel the love they have for each other in their relationship.

When I had the opportunity to visit, I was able to be my fabulous self, and although Royce kept me on a tight leash, I was still able to go out and experience things with my gay friends that I met online. We would meet up and use our fake IDs and club hop. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that I was introduced to the world of kink. A former friend of mine dragged me to a seedier side of town to a kink party and the next thing I knew I was drugged, raped, and violated in ways that made me glad that I didn’t remember most of what happened.

I had never told a soul about that night, about how stupid and naive I was and how I let myself fall into a situation like that, being such a trusting country boy. What I did remember was the sore ass, the stitches I had to get to stop the bleeding around my rectum, the welts from a single tail whip across my back and legs. The multiple bite marks all over my thighs and my groin area, and the nervous breakdowns and panic attacks I had every time I had to wait for the results of the STD and HIV tests I had to take over a series of time to make sure those bastards didn’t give me something.  

My hands shook and the room spun for a second until I drew several deep calming breaths and closed my eyes and tried to recenter myself. I shook my head thinking of what I have become. Here I am still craving something that shattered me to pieces. Dreaming about a Dominant I will never have or muster up the courage to even offer to submit to him. I feared people now, I didn’t know who to trust and if they would have my back. I had only spoken to Riley a few times online for months. Then we had met up several times when I was in town, and then one night he dragged me to that party and I should have known something was up, because he had ditched me and left me to fend for myself almost a minute after we set foot in the place. The rest was history, I should have left but I wanted to prove I could play a big boy’s game. It was another so called Dominant who had a guilty conscience that dumped me at the Emergency Room entrance like an abandoned animal and drove away.

 All of a sudden, the storage room door banged against the wall and I nearly jumped out of my skin as my head snapped up and I looked up into the concerned pale gray eyes of my one and only true friend and my roommate, Sammy standing in the open doorway. I blinked at the sudden brightness shining directly into my eyes and threw my hand over my face to block out some of the light. Sammy quickly stepped into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. My eyes once again adjusted to the semidarkness of the room and even in this dim lightening I could still see the brilliance of Sammy’s collar. The diamonds and sapphires that encrusted the lock twinkled merrily against the flawless skin of his creamy throat. I tried to put my brave face forward as I asked, “What’s up?”

Sammy studied me for a minute without answering me; I cautiously watched him as he walked over and took a seat next to me on a stack of 25 pound bags of rice. “I should be asking you that question. I just watched you shoot through the kitchen like the devil himself was chasing you down. At first, I thought you had to go potty, but then Julius called from the relaxation room for the fridge to be restocked immediately with cold water. And low and behold when I went to do it, cute little Brian was securely wrapped up a comfy blanket still soaring in his subspace all cuddled up against Julius like second skin. So I figured one to two things had happened. You either sat behind stage in the shadows again wishing that whoever he was playing out the scene with was you, or you were pining away for Julius period.” The smug bastard smirked at me and I wished I could clock him with one of the twenty pound cans of stewed tomatoes behind him.

“Ha, ha, ha, you are so flipping funny; I bet you keep Master Sloan in stitches.” I sarcastically rebuffed him. I really didn’t feel like going into it tonight with anyone, I was feeling lower than low and I couldn’t even muster the energy to pretend that everything is alright. I just wanted to get rid of this pain somehow, but I was too ashamed to talk to anyone about that fucking night. I thought I would be over it by now, that I would have just pulled up my big boy pants after the last round of tests came back negative on all counts and move on. But I haven’t, I am still stuck in my fucking head and my body does anything that my broken mind tells it to do, no matter how bad the body wanted something, if my mind wasn’t in total agreement then it was not happening. I forgot Sammy’s presence altogether and I drew back into my head and I blew out a frustrated breath and used my fists to bang on the sides of head, hoping to knock some of the broken pieces back into place.

My head shot up and I gasped when I felt warm hands snatch my wrists and pulled my fists away from my head. Sammy held my wrists firmly in his hands as he slid off the stack of rice and knelt down on the floor in front of me. With a wealth of concern and compassion shimmering in gaze he said. “Kyle, please tell me what’s wrong, I know there is something eating at you. I live with you remember, and our walls are really thin. I hear you at night when you cry in yourself to sleep. I wanted to get up so many times to see what was wrong, but I didn’t want to intrude on your business.

I keep waiting for you to say something, to get whatever it is off your chest, but every morning you put on this face like everything is alright in your world when it’s not. And don’t let me mention work and Julius, we all see how that Dom looks at you. The man wants to top you so bad; he doesn’t know what to do with himself. And I know you want him to because I know you. You melt just because the man is in the same room with you. So please, Kyle, you are my best friend and I love you like a brother, just talk to me. Whatever it is, it’s better if it is out in the open.“ He urged and damned if the sincerity in his face didn’t do me in. I burst out into tears, big gut wrenching, chest heaving sobs.

All of the pain, all of the overwhelming sadness, the shame, and finally the anger burst forth and I threw my head back and screamed through my outpouring of tears. Poor Sammy was so shocked he had no idea what to do other than try to hold me, but I couldn’t stand to be touched at the moment. I was thrown back to that night sitting all alone on the cold hospital gurney feeling so fucking used and dirty. Still covered in dried blood and crusty semen and God knows what else as the nurses tsked and peered at me like I got what I deserved for having the audacity to be gay. It wasn’t until the ER physician barked at them did they stop with their covert glances and chilly attitudes. Needless to say I high tailed it out of there at the first given opportunity, I didn’t even think that the good doctor’s signature  was dry yet on the discharge documents before I called a cab to go and lick my wounds in private.

It was my only saving grace that Royce and Isaac were out of town when I got back to their house at something like six in the morning. I knew Royce wouldn’t have approved of my plans for that fateful night, so I had waited until he was gone. I should have listened to him and stayed my ass at home. But no, I was eighteen and full of my own ideals of freedom from my old man’s tyranny. And look where that gotten me, three years later and I was a messed up broken twink and I just howled and thrashed and cried at the top of my lungs for the unfairness of it all. 

The door to the storeroom slammed open yet again, and a small crowd formed but I didn’t take notice of them as I kept on having my mental breakdown. Sammy was trying to keep me from thrashing into the shelves and hurting myself and I was just as frantically trying to get away from his touch as my pain poured out of my body like toxic waste. I heard the murmuring and the shuffling of feet as my concerned co-workers tried to get involved and help Sammy control the uncontrollable screaming mess than I have become. I even heard the deep baritone and the Irish lilt of Sammy’s Master as he called for someone to go get Julius and I went even more wild at the thought of him seeing me like that and I tried to run, but there were hands restraining me, hands that I didn’t want on me at all, and that almost sent me into an apoplectic state. My heart fluttered away at a mile a minute chest, I was sweating profusely, and the tears were still pouring down my face. I stopped screaming but I kept fighting the restraining arms of those around me.

It wasn’t until I heard the booming voice of the one man that I desperately didn’t want to see asking, “What the Hell was going on?“  I gave up trying to run and I spun on my heels and threw myself into the corner of the room and curled up into myself. Sammy and his Master as well quickly followed me back into the storeroom, but I had already squished myself in between the wall and a metal shelving unit, their arms weren’t long enough to reach me and I just brought up my knees to my chest, hugged them, and buried my face screaming for them to go away, and to leave me alone as I rocked back and forth. I couldn’t think and I could hardly breathe. I felt like I was losing myself in my own head and I just wanted it all to stop.

I vaguely heard Sammy’s voice drifting through the fog in my head telling someone that I was prone to having panic attacks and this is the worst he had ever seen me. Then there was the sounds of shuffling feet, the voices went away and then the bright hallway lights abruptly dimmed as the door was slowly closed. I thought Sammy had kicked everyone out but as I soared between reality and the alternate plane of my psychosis. I heard someone shift the metal shelves aside. I whimpered and I jumped to my feet getting ready to bolt out of the room fearing that I was going to be touched again. And I was, but the huge set of hands were different, they were warm and they gently but forcefully pulled me into a hard chest and the scent of leather and Gucci’s Envy cologne for men, a smell I could associate with only one man calmed me, but he was last person I wanted to witness my shame at this point. But trust my traitorous body disobley me.

The one time I wanted it to listen to my twisted brain, it refused, go figure. Even though, my mind was floating somewhere outside of my head, I still heard that deep baritone telling me to open my eyes and I did. I didn’t even flinch when those warm hands ran down my arms and grasped me under my elbows. The next thing I knew, I was on my feet but my knees wobbled and I was swung by two massive arms and pressed protectively into a chiseled chest.  I even stopped crying, but I couldn’t help the body jerking hiccups that wracked my exhausted frame. I just wanted to stay against Julius’ warmth and go to sleep and forget about everything that happened that night  and ever since.

I felt the Dom’s big hand caress my cheek before he told me to relax, he told that he had me and not to worry about anything. I turned my head and hid my face in his neck when he turned towards the door; I felt a cool brush of wind as the door swooshed open. There was almost complete silence in the kitchen other than the bubbling of pots and the hissing of meat cooking on the grill in the kitchen. Julius swept me past all of it and he didn’t stop until he came up to another door. I heard it opening and I heard Sammy’s voice asking Julius if I was any better and he just said I seemed calmer than what I was when he found us.

I felt myself being lowered onto cool sheets but I didn’t feel safe anywhere other than against the solid warmth I was held against. I knew I wasn’t making any sense because as much I didn’t want Julius to see me like this, I didn’t want to let him go either. His touch was the only one that calmed the crawling sensation threatening to have me rip my skin off or scrub it raw. His voice was the only one that calmed the raging in my head, and I desperately needed that, the peace that  he invoked and clung to his massive arms until he had no choice but to lay down witrh me if he wanted me to lay down.

Once his big body was settled down practically on top of mine,  I still refused to let him go any farther than an inch away from me, it was like he was my anchor, holding me completely secure in the turbulence of my mind. I tuned out everything but the beating of his heard and the cadence f his deep soothing voice as he murmured in my ear. His words and the heat radiating off his body lulled my exhausted brain right into a deep black outed slumber.

And that is where I remained for God knows how long. It wasn’t until I heard Royce gently calling my name as he shook me awake. I felt my eyelids being lifted one by one before a bright light shone into them and I flinched away from the intrusion of my peaceful solitude. I lifted my hands to bat the light away but my arms were immediately caught and I was pulled back into a huge body spooned behind me. That’s when my eyes popped open and they focused directly into my brother’s worried gaze.  Confused, I looked around to see that I was lying on a bed in one of the club’s private suites. Sammy and Master Sloan were sharing the recliner in the corner. Isaac was standing by the closed door, and I dared to turn my head to look behind me and I looked directly into Julius’ stoic face. Immediately, I lowered my gaze and swung my head back around to face my concerned looking brother.

I licked my dry chapped lips and desperately tried to remember the events that brought me into this current predicament and I recalled enough of the events to close my eyes and groan as I dropped my head back on the pillow. “I don’t want to talk about it, I want to go home.” I whispered to Royce and I should have known what his reaction was going to be before he actually said the words.

“Fat chance little brother, you scared the shit out of everyone here. Julius called me in the middle of the night frantic that you had some sort of panic attack and you passed out like the dead afterwards. Now tell me what’s going on or I will commit you to the Institute until you decide to talk.” He threatened and I could feel Julius tense behind me and he made a move to get up but I held tight to his wrists and turned my pleading gaze to his indignant glare. I patted his arm and he loosened his vice like grip and I used the opportunity to scoot out of his grasp and sit up on the side of the bed.

I knew Royce wasn’t going to let up until he got to the bottom of what was wrong with me, he is tenacious like that, and I truly believed that he would have me locked up in his clinic until I did actually go crazy. I felt my heart drop into my stomach and I felt dirty and stupid all over again. I glanced around the room once more and looked at the concern and love all over the faces of my closest friends and my family and I felt the shame wash over me all over again. I wrapped my arms around my cold body and lowered my gaze. I knew after they heard my story they would probably think that I was soiled, used goods and the looks of concern would change to disgust.

 Drawing a deep breath, I lowered my eyes to the floor to hide my shame in myself and I quietly told them what I could remember happening to me that night. I told them everything that I recalled, the man dumping me at the hospital, the damages to my body that the doctor had rattled off like he was telling me his grocery list. I told him about the multiple tests for diseases, and I finally and choked on the tears that threatened to overwhelm me all over again. The room was absolutely silent and I refused to look up, scared shitless to see their disappointment in me. Instead I heard a muffled sob directly in front of me and out of the corner of my eye I watched as Isaac shot across the room, but he wasn’t fast enough to prevent Royce from snatching me into a bone crushing hug as he buried his face in my throat and I was stunned to feel hot tears, his tears running down my neck.

“Why didn’t you come to me, why didn’t you tell me so that I could be there for you?” He sobbed and my shocked brain couldn’t believe that he wasn’t disgusted with me; he was holding me and crying like I was going to disappear. Isaac came up behind him and wrapped his long arms around the both of us. I dared to look around the room and Sammy’s eyes were wet and he clung to his boyfriend and Master. I didn’t dare turn my head to see what Julius’ reaction would be but I could physically feel his anger shimmering off his skin. I gulped as I wondered if he was angry at me for being so stupid, but put it aside for right now. I was more concerned with my brother who was bawling like his heart was breaking.

 “I’m sorry. I know I was stupid and I let myself get violated…I…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence. I was roughly snatched out of my brother’s arms and spun around and re-positioned until I was straddling Julius’s lap. I stared wide eyed into his smoldering grass green gaze and I shivered at the intensity in them.

“Do. Not. Let. Me. Ever. Hear. You. Say. That. Again. It was not your fault. You didn’t know want better and it was the fault of the motherfuckers that took advantage of you. You are not dirty or unworthy. You never asked for that shit. You are innocent; you just stumbled into a bad situation. It can happen to anyone. Never let me hear you degrade yourself again.” He barked mere inches away from my stunned face and I glared at me waiting for some kind of response and I found that I could only nod my head at him.

Julius kept me glued to his side as he turned his head to my less than pleased brother and brother-in-law. Royce was looking like he wanted to snatch me right back out of Julius’s arms and Isaac had a grip on his bicep like he was holding him back.

My big brother turned the full force of his arctic glare on the Dom my ass was currently planted on and he snapped at Julius through his clenched teeth. “I understand your lifestyle and I don’t have a problem with it except that it’s what has led to my brother to be physically and emotionally traumatized and I would appreciate it if you didn’t bark at him like he was your pet.”

I could feel every muscle in Julius’ big body tense and his mouth snapped open, but I quickly slapped my hand over those luscious lips of his before he notorious mouth spewed the verbal vomit that was capable of shredding anyone into tiny pieces. I silently pleaded with my eyes for him to let me handle it and I almost sighed with relief when he gave me a sight nod of his head.

Turning to my brother but refusing to leave the circle of Julius’ arms I looked him square in the eye. “I am grateful that you or everyone else in this room doesn’t think any less of me because of what happened. I’m sorry but I still feel like if I had done things differently then it wouldn’t have happened, but that is neither here nor there right now. Royce, you don’t understand. It was my curiosity in the lifestyle that led me to that kink party but since working here in Bliss, in a truly professional environment, with respectable Master Dominants. Now I know the true meaning of it and actually live the lifestyle that I know that what happened there is not normal. I learned that in here, the submissive is the one in control, that we have safe words and means to stop whatever it is that is being done to us. I have come to know that without the submissive, the Dominant has no one and therefore they treasure, cherish, pamper, and coddle us to death even when we don’t want it. They are all growly and possessive but they will protect the subs within an inch of their life if necessary.” I explained this to my siblings and saw the Master’s in the room nodding their heads in agreement.

Royce studied my face and he nodded his head at me before he responded. “Okay, fine I get it, but I still think that we need to resolve what’s happened and what’s going on in your head. You can’t talk to me because it’s a conflict of interest but I want you to talk to one of my partners. I need you to promise me not to hide anything good or bad that happens to you. You are not alone and I will never judge you like that.” He said as tears welled in my eyes yet again.

Julius saw it and pulled me closer into his chest and I let him because it felt so right being there. I would analyze and process all  f it later on when I could focus, right now it was like my mind couldn’t settle on one thing so I just focused on my brother and what he was saying. I found myself nodding and agreeing to whatever he said, I even agreed to Julius putting his two cents in by saying that he will accompany me to therapy. Sammy came over and brushed his hand through my hair promising Royce to keep an eye on me and the tears did fall. I thought they would hate me, but they were all here crying for my pain and standing behind me, pushing me to get better. God I didn’t have the words to express how I felt.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it but David gandy as my idea of Julius———>)

 

One by one people started leaving the room until it was only Royce, Sammy, myself, and Julius left in the room. Royce wanted to take me home with him, but somehow I didn’t want to move from where I was still perched in top of Julius being held like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. I knew that he wasn’t mine and I wasn’t his, but it felt so damn good being in the arms of the object of my desires. Sammy also wanted to take me home, but again I balked for the same reason. I almost slumped with relief when Julius said that if I was going anywhere it would be home with him so that he can make sure that I was okay. I saw Sammy’s smirk out of the corner of my eye when I didn’t open my mouth to refuse his offer or more like his command. I really wanted to roll my eyes at him but I just settled for turning my head and slightly sticking out my tongue at him instead. He bit his bottom lip and turned away from me, his shoulders shook once and I assumed that he was trying not to laugh out loud, the little bastard.

Royce didn’t look pleased but he nodded and got up from the chair by the bed, he leaned over and kissed me on my forehead and told me that he expected to see me in his office no later than in the early afternoon the next day. He smothered me with another bone crushing hug before he told me he loved me and then he went to go collect his husband from wherever it was that he went. Sammy was next to leave and I found myself alone and fidgeting still perched atop of Julius’ thick muscled thighs.

I trembled as I felt his fingers brush some of my curls out of my face. I couldn’t meet his eyes, despite what he said, I still felt ashamed. I was responsible for my actions and I placed myself in a compromising situation. I jumped when he suddenly grabbed my chin.

“Look at me.” He demanded in that oh so deep whiskey smooth Dominant voice, I have only ever heard him use it  when he is making some sweet little boy submit to him. The effect it had on me was immediate as my eyes snapped up to the commanding blue-green ones. “From this point on I want you to stop that train of thought. You did not know any better, those people took advantage of your innocence and you are not at fault. Repeat after me.” He instructed.

I had no other choice because he refused to let me look anywhere but at him, he held my complete attention.

Say these words and believe them, if you know anything about me at all, you know that I will never lie to you. I will never hurt you unless you ask me to.“ He smirked at his own quip then he got serious again. “Say, I am not at fault.”

I blew out a shivering breath before I complied while he held me mesmerized with his burning emerald gaze. “I am not at fault.”

“I am not dirty or less than anyone else because of what happened to me.” Julius continued with his verbal coaching and I repeated those words. I felt my eyes well up with tears, he said to believe the words, and even though my broken thought processes were struggling to do so, my heart was doing exactly what he said to do. By the time he was done, I was reduced to a puddle of tears, but they were not one of self pity and sorrow and pain. They were ones of relief, a deep cleansing purge of all of the guilt and feelings of wortlessness that I have been carrying around for so long.

When I was finally able to draw the much needed air into my depleted lungs. I found myself pressed tightly against Julius’ broad chest and securely held in his protective embrace. I felt safe, I felt cared for, and right now there was nowhere else I would rather be. I don’t know how long we laid there like that, it wasn’t until there was a discreet knock on the door and Julius carded a hand through my hair before he told whoever it was to enter. Master Colin, Julius’ business partner told him that they made the last call for the night and getting ready to close up. So that meant it was about three a.m. in the morning. And I felt every minute of my exhausting night. I listened as Julius thanked him and I felt Colin give me an encouraging pat on the head before he left the room and we were once again surrounded by silence.

Julius nudged me and I shifted until I was once again sitting up on the side of the bed. He swung his big body around until his feet hit the floor and he was sitting next to me and he ran his hands through his thick brown waves before once again capturing my tired gaze. “Kyle, do you trust me?” He asked and I nodded at him staring at him wide eyed with anxiety. I didn’t know where this was going and my already frayed nerves were getting ready to protest that they couldn’t take anymore upheaval at the moment.

“Then, I want you to come home with me. I want you to stay for awhile, and I want to help you through therapy. To be honest, I have been watching you for awhile. I know that you are not participating in the lifestyle, but I can’t but to feel that it is something you are interested in. I am attracted you and I want to be the one to introduce you to the proper way to play. I want you to eventually submit to me and let me Master you. You are nowhere near ready for any of it right now, so I want to be there for you, I want to help you see your way through this, and if you agree then later on we can get into the lifestyle. What do you say?” Julius looked at me expectantly and all I could do was stare back at him slack jawed with shock.

I would have never thought that he was attracted to me, when I think about all the times that we have talked and cuddled and just plain messed with each other around the club. I would’ve never thought that he was really attracted to me like that. I had to admit to myself that I was always drawn to Julius. He was the very first man, a Dominant at that, who was fully immersed in the lifestyle that I felt comfortable around. His movie star good looks alone had attracted me like a month to a flame, but it was his strength as well as his ingrained gentleness that had won me over, and now he was giving me a chance to be with him, and I was scared to say yes. Would he want to keep me in the end? Would he want to make me his boy?

If I was going to do this, if I wanted to once again dip my toes into this arena again, then I only wanted to do this with him. I already knew that I would never be able to be one of those submissives that played with more than one Dominant. The thought alone had me shivering with disgust. I looked up into those engaging green orbs and I decided that I was going to be completely honest with him about how I felt. “Um…If I do this, what do you expect from me because in the long run if I decide to explore the lifestyle with you, it is with you and only you with the thought of becoming your submissive in the long run. If I get immersed it is only for you and no one else, and if it doesn’t work out for me that is the end of any and all scenes for me…I just can’t see myself with doing this with other men.” I whispered and lowered my gaze to my hands where I was nervously plucking my fingers.

One of Julius’ large hands reached over and covered my twitching hands, he used the other and he spread it across my throat and used his thumb to raise my eyes to his. “I would have never suggested it if I didn’t have the intention of making you mine for as long as you will allow me to be your friend, your lover, and you’re Master.” He purred and damned if I didn’t release a needy little whimper as my response to his smoothly delivered words. Damn, he was sex on legs and I could already feel my already exhausted mind fizzle out a little bit more.

“Kay.” I whispered for there was nothing else I wanted to say. At this point I would have agreed if he had asked me to walk on the surface of the moon. 

My eyes went wide as Julius leaned in with the obvious intention of kissing me. My heart rate spiked and my breathing hitched at the first brush of those warm firm lips against mine. My skin prickled and my shaft twitched in my pants letting me know that it was more than interested. But before it could get fully happy Julius had pulled away and have me one of his bone melting smiles. He helped me up and he straightened my clothes. I was still wearing my so called server’s uniform. The tight leather pants with the flowing white shirt. He guided me back towards the locker room and he waited patiently until I changed my clothes and washed my tear stained face.

God the man must really be interested if he was looking at this train wreck all night, I thought as I grimaced at my reflection in the mirror. I quickly washed up and attempted to tame some of my wayward curls but eventually I gave up. I was going to shower and sleep anyway when I got to Julius’ house. I felt my tummy flutter at just the thought of staying under the same roof with him, would he expect me to sleep in his bed. I hoped so, not wanting to be a little slut or anything. But I just need his warmth and his strength at the moment. I hurried back out to him and he smiled at me and took my hand and guided me out of the club.

 The ride to his house didn’t take long and when he pulled into the circular drive my eyes went wide as I looked at the two story house in front of my. It was huge, I couldn’t fathom that one person would live in a home this size, the front columns alone dwarfed me his both height and width. I watched as he pulled around to the side and the garage door automatically opened and I could feel my jaw hit the ground. Julius had a beautiful collection of car as bikes,  all of them were gleaming and pretty under the bright lights in the garage. Julius ushered me into his home and my eyes just wandered as the sheer elegance of his decor. I never knew that he was this well off, you could see it the elegant grace in every room.

He grabbed two bottles of water before continuing on his way up the circular stairs, we passed several rooms until we came to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway.  I held my breath as he guided me inside the darkened room and he flipped the switch on the wall. God, this place belonged in a home and Gardens magazine or on MTV cribs or something. His bed was a heavy four poster affair with a canopy of sheer curtains flowing elegantly to the floor, the furniture was dark wood but the linens as everything else in the room was stark white, it was almost shocking. The only things that broke the brilliance of white was the huge floral arrangements and the sitting area which consisted of extra large jewel colored cushions scattered across the floor.

“The bathroom is through there, go ahead and shower. I’ll lay out something for you to wear. Later on we will pick up some of your things from your place.” He said and I nodded and made my way into the bathroom. I refused to gawk at the tiled splendor, in fact I was expecting the place to blow me away like the rest of the house. Where the bedroom was white the bathroom was black marble and decadent. I was definitely going to make use of that sunken tub in the near future.

Like a kid, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and happily scurried into the shower. I played the multiple knobs until he overhead shower cascaded water over my body like rain. The warm water soothed my muscles and I acutely felt how exhausted I really was. I reached for Julius body wash and inhaled the expensive scent before pouring a generous amount on my washcloth and bathed the day off my body. I rinsed the fragrant suds from my skin and I turned off the taps and stepped out of the glass stall. I sighed at the sheer decadence of warmed towels as I dried off and wrapped one around my waist and towel my hair dry with another.

Padding back into the bedroom, I almost stopped mid-stride at the sight of Julius was already in bed, his upper torso was naked and I prayed that his lower parts were covered with something other than the sheets that were pooled at his waist. On what I supposed was my side of the bed, was a folded shirt with boxer shorts resting on top. I felt my face blush as those gorgeous green eyes followed my every move as I shimmied into the boxer briefs underneath the towel. They were a little big but they stayed pretty much in place. I dropped the towel and quickly pulled the shirt over my head. He was so much bigger than me, so the well worn cotton made me feel like I was wearing a dress. I peeked up at from under my lashes and almost mewled at the level of heat I saw shimmering in his gaze.

Julius flipped the covers back and patted the mattress next to him and I climbed into the massive bed and scooted over until he grabbed me around the waist and literally covered my much smaller frame with his warm larger one. I silently thanked the good Lord that he was wearing boxer’s shorts, they were thin and I could feel the impressive bulge against my hip, but at least he wasn’t naked. I had not a complaint in the world as I snuggled into his heat and let him pet me until I could no longer keep my eyes open; I fell into a sleep so deep and so restful. I can honestly say it was one of the best nights I have had in a long time.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

I couldn’t help the triumphant smile on my face as I walked through the doors of Bliss. It has been a little over a month since my breakdown in the storage room and just as long since I have been home for more than a few hours. Sammy has taken to asking me if I was ever going to come back and harassing me to think about maybe putting the condominium on the market or subletting to someone else since he was practically living with his boyfriend and Master. I waved at Master Corbin and the group of twinks that were signing up for yet another submissive auction and I just shook my head and kept going. Most of them have been giving me the evil eye lately because the sweet little subby’s thought that it was my fault that Master Julius was no longer fucking them to within an inch of their lives when he performs a scene.

Although I would have been bothered by it, I would never have asked Julius to not take his pleasure where he found it. I slept in the same bed with the man every night. We shopped together, ate together, he even accompanied me to my therapy sessions until I felt comfortable enough to go on my own, and he still insisted to drive me there and pick me back up again. He barely let me do anything for myself, he catered to my every need, and today is actually the first day I have been allowed to come back to work. I was on extended leave with pay until  He  felt it was okay for me to return to work.

I pushed through the employee’s locker room door and I was nearly knocked off my feet by my best friend’s over enthusiastic greeting. I giggled as Sammy peppered my face with kisses and rocked me from side to side. Yeesh, you would’ve thought that I was returning from war or something. I just saw him three days ago when we discussed the possibility of subletting the condo, Sammy said he knew several of the servers and a few of the subs that may be interested in the place. But I wasn’t too sure as of yet. I didn’t want to press my luck with Julius and it didn’t sit right with me not to have an immediate out just in case things didn’t work out between us.

The man has yet to try to take our budding relationship to the next level. We had talked about several key points in the lifestyle, about the different methods of bondage, domination, sadomasochism, humiliation, edge play, and all kinds of other forms and areas of play. We hashed out what my soft and hard limits were so far, and I even left an open mind for the things I had absolutely no clue about or immediately make me cringe with fear or disgust. I guess we verbally discussed a proverbial contract, but I haven’t signed anything in black or white. I don’t even know if he will offer me one, but that was neither here nor there right now as I made my way over to my locker and began to undress.

Sammy came back into the room and went about his own routine to get ready for his shift behind the bar. He asked me how my therapy sessions were going and if they were helping, and I informed him that I was actually happier than a puppy with a juicy bone as I told how my brother’s colleague was a God send. I explained how she made me sit back and look my given situation from several different angles. I could now say that I see the proverbial glass as half full instead of half empty. What was even better was Julius’ positive reinforcement, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks and I sat down heavily on my ass as realization dawned on me.  

I have been unconsciously submitting to this man for over a month. He has been mastering me in every way except sexually over the last few weeks and I have had not one freak out whatsoever. I was even wearing a necklace he gave me that looked suspisciusly like a collar. I haven’t had a flashback to those so called Dominants trying to take charge of my mind and my body that night. I had paled down so quick that Sammy rushed to my side to make sure I was alright, and with glazed over eyes I told him my thoughts. The more in detail I went into my subtle submission to Julius was the more the smug smirk spread across my best friend’s face as he shifted the heavy platinum chain around my neck and smirked some more. He scooted me over and took a seat right there on the floor next to me and leaned back against the lockers.

“I think you should plan a scene for your Dominant and finally claim the man. Obviously he is being cautious and he is easing you into the lifestyle. He has literally molded you into the perfect submissive for him. I think you need to give the Master a surprise to show him that you are fully ready to be completely his. I mean that is the goal that the both of you were aiming for. He already belongs to you and he doesn’t even know it, and the same goes for you.” Sammy pointed out and shook his head at my look of confusion.

“Master Julius has publically performed several times over the last month, everything from flogging to whippings, bondage and edge play and not once has he gone beyond that and fucked the sub like he would usually do at the end of his scenes. That is because of you baby boy, even though you weren’t on the clock he made sure that you were here within his sight at all times. And you, everyone has mentioned how starry eyed you are and how devoted you are to him. How he dotes on you and makes sure that even the temperature of the air conditioning in whatever room you’re in is regulated to exactly how you like it.”

Huh, it was a good thing that I was sitting on the floor already because I am sure I would have face planted after Sammy pointed everything out to me. It is truly something, I have been living everything he has said and I had no clue about any of it. And he was right, when I thought about all the things that Julius has done to make sure that I felt safe, that I was happy, and I felt safe and secure no matter where I was, I wanted to run and find him and tell him that…  Fuck …I love him. Holy hell, when did that happen? I turned wide eyed to Sammy and he just nodded his head knowingly at me like he could read my thoughts.

Sammy took my hands in his and he looked me in the eye and I was grateful because it centered my scattered thoughts. I am in love with Julius and God, I felt like was fucking Superman, I was flying so high at the moment. I wanted to tell him how I feel, and I knew that even if he didn’t love me back, Julius would still treat me like I was the most precious thing in his world and thank me for being brave enough to open my heart to him.

Sammy gave me a hug and went about finishing getting ready for his shift. I got to my feet and followed suit and right before he exited the room I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him in for a hug and thanked him for being a really good friend. He just giggled and gave me a smacking kiss on my cheek before sashaying his way out into the hall and towards the main bar.

It was a miracle I got my orders right, I didn’t spill or break anything because all that was occupying my thoughts were Julius and my feelings for him. There was also the idea of doing what Sammy suggested sitting on the back burner in my head. I was serving Master Sloan and Master Corbin their meal before they would disappear into the club to either perform or play or both. I watched Master Sloan as his gaze was constantly drawn to his boy and I found myself looking for Julius, and sure enough he was sitting at his usual perch at the corner of the bar and every time I looked his way, and he was looking right back at me with the same look of possessiveness that Master Sloan’s gaze held for Sammy and I felt my stomach flutter. A blush spread across my cheeks and Master Sloan zeroed in on my expression and couldn’t resist calling me on it.

I blushed even more and mumbled an excuse before I scurried away to the kitchen with the two Dom’s chuckling behind me at my quick escape. After another hour of serving the clubs patrons, I heard master Corbin mention to another Dom that they were all going to take in the new Dominant’s shibari rope show and he invited the bloke to join him, Master Sloan and Master Julius, he told him that his boy was more than welcome as well if he preferred him by his side and not hanging out with the other submissives. Then clear as the day the idea hit me. I hurried to the kitchen and I pleaded and begged with Max, the head chef to let me off duty early, and God bless him he just waved me away with an indulgent smile.

I almost tripped over my feet in my haste to get to Sammy, he was getting off shift as well and I knew he was most likely going to join his Master for the evening and there was no one better to help me get ready or provide the emotional support that I needed for what I was going to do. My hands shook with nerves, and I started sweating bullets as I tore through the locker room door and frantically scanned the room for Sammy. My eyes caught up with him just in time to see him flip his towel over his shoulder as he headed into the showers. I might have bumped a few guys out of my way as I charged across the room and into the tiled area of the shower stalls. I also may have pulled back a few curtains and apologized to a few startled guys in my hunt for my best friend.

Finally, I found him after my fifth or sixth attempt and he squealed like a girl and threw the bar of soap at me when I ripped the curtain back and hopped fully clothed into the stall with him. I made sure to make my eyes real big and that I pouted in just the right way as I began my litany of begging. I added a few oh pleases, and you are my bestest friend in the worlds, and batted my eyelashes some more before he finally gave in and I jumped on him and gave a smacking kiss right on the lips.

And that was before the real torture began, Sammy had stripped me naked and I am sure the other guys in the bathroom thought that I was getting murdered with the way I was hollering and screaming. I mean the good Lord invented perfectly good razors so why would someone purposely use hot wax any part of their body, especially around my sensitive boy bits. I pouted at Sammy and wondered if he was truly my friend after what he subjected me to. I was convinced that hot wax was the Devil, and let’s not mention the industrial strength blast of water from that detachable shower head.  it was delivered with enough force to make you wonder if the water was going to shoot through your mouth before you did the awkward shuffle race to the toilet and quickly plop down before your butt exploded, so not pretty. God, I think my cheeks are stained permanently red after this enlightening experience.

Forty-five minutes later I was pronounced presentable, I was scrubbed inside and out, waxed, buffed, moisturized, and coiffed to perfection. Then, just when I thought it was over, all the guys who had stayed back after they realized what was happening started to snicker as Sammy came at me with a piece of material swinging around on his finger. My eyes went wide and I took a step back away from him. I so did not have a good feeling about this. I would have escaped too if Brian hadn’t caught me and Shaun the traitor whipped the towel off of my waist. And Sammy proceeded to squeeze me into what felt like the smallest pair of boy shorts that has ever graced my cute little ass. Oh my gosh, I felt like everything and I mean everything was on display.

“Um…Don’t you think Julius might not want anyone else to see me like this?” I whispered to Sammy as I felt my anxiety trying to spike and take over, but I was also practicing the calming techniques that Dr. Chandler had taught me during a few of our sessions.

“Trust and believe when I say nothing turns that Dom on more than a sexy curved ass on display for his viewing pleasure. You want to knock that man off his feet baby, then you swish that little bubble butt right under his nose and he may slap a leesh on you right then and there. You already got his nose wide open so go in for the kill darling.” Brian snapped his fingers and patted me on my exposed butt cheek. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself that I was really going to go through with this. Sammy grabbed me by the shoulders and propelled me back out into the main area of the locker room.

“Look around at all the owned boys, you can tell by the barely there outfits that they have on as well as their collars that you will fit right in. Master’s are always so competitive, they like to show off their property, the prettier the boy, the more proud the Dom. Open those pretty blue eyes baby, you are fucking stunning and it’s time to snap up your man.” He said as he spun me around to face my reflection in the mirror. I almost gasped at the transformation. My skin glowed, it practically shimmered under the lights, and I was baby smooth all over and I looked so soft. My eyes traveled down to the skimpy electric blue boy shorts, the sides were sheer lace and the fabric outline my shaft to perfection. I had to turn to check out my butt and the high cut of the legs had the bottom half of my cheeks hanging out and outlined to perfection. I looked up at Sammy’s reflection in the mirror standing behind me and I smiled and turned to jump on his neck. I nearly knocked him to the floor but he caught our balance and I thanked him profusely before detangling myself. I gave myself one last once over as I listened to Sammy’s every last minute instructions.

By the time my hand hit the handle of the door, I noticed that the room was practically empty. I vaguely wondered where the hell everyone went so fast, but I just shrugged my shoulders and concentrated on what I was about to do. Sammy stayed by my side the entire time we walked down the private hallway towards the showroom. We stopped right at the entrance and he gave me the thumbs up before he leaned his head around the entrance and see where our Dom’s were seated. His collar sparkled under the dim lights and I started chanting in my head yet again until I got a hold of my nerves.

“Holy shit, all the subs are congregating in there as well, fucking Brian, he has been dying to see Julius take the fall for so fucking long I knew he wouldn’t have missed this for the world. But did he have to tell everybody. Now don’t freeze up on me.” Sammy snapped me out of my head when I was getting ready to do just that. This was just great, now I have an audience of eager subby boys who wanted to see if I was going to fail as epically as they did when they tried to land Julius as their Master. “Well, let’s get this show on the road, remember only speak to your Dom, keep your eyes down and kneel at his feet and lean just so against his leg. When he pets you look up and give the prettiest smile you can muster and work those baby blues baby. He will be done for before you offer to go and get him a refill on his beverage.” Sammy chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile at his confidence in me.

I watched my best friend as he squared his shoulders, he stood straight with his head up but his eyes lowered and he walked with confidence. The show hadn’t begun yet and there was still a ripple of conversation going on around the room. I took a deep breath and waited until Sammy reached his Master and sank gracefully to his knees on the cushion at the man’s feet. I looked around the tables, especially the ones with subs and the entire floor was covered with cushions whether the Dom had a sub or not and that included my Master. I turned in time to see Sammy greet the other Dominant’s sub before he acknowledged the Doms with Sloan’s permission. My friend then gave his Dom a pretty smile and I couldn’t help but chuckle to see how Sloan’s chest puffed out like a peacock as he leaned down and rewarded Sammy with a blistering kiss. Whew, I even felt the heat of it all the way over here.

Sammy slightly turned his head in my direction and that was the signal that it was my turn for my grand entrance. I blew out a nervous breath and squared my shoulders just like my friend did and I took that first step. I tried my best not to blush beet red as I advanced into the room and the sound of the conversations ground almost  to an instant stop. I felt like all eyes were on me but I refused to look up as I made my way to my Master’s side. I wanted to cheer with joy when I spied the gob smacked expression on Julius’ face before Corbin elbowed him in the ribs and he schooled his expression. I made it to the table and I sank to my knees at his feet. I made sure my back was straight as I placed my hands on my knees and leaned slightly into Julius legs and relaxed my pose, keeping my eyes demurely lowered to the ground as I greeted the submissives. I held my breath and waited for Julius’ reaction. He gave me permission to greet the other Dominants at the table or petted through my hair. I knew at least I was half way there to making him mine.

 I almost sagged with relief when I heard the quiet command in my Master’s voice when he gave the okay to look up and greet Master Sloan who gave me an encouraging wink. Master Corbin who looked like he wanted to outright laugh and the other Dominant, Master Hershel who looked just as bad as Master Corbin. And then I felt it, Julius big fingers carded through my hair until he was able to grip me by the back of the head and pull my head back and my eyes flew up to his and I almost started panting with the look of lust and desire burning in his moss green eyes like a living flame. I remembered to give him a dazzling smile, and then I almost swooned as he swooped down and crashed his lips to mine. His tongue swept into my mouth and he immediately dominated the kiss. I swore I saw fireworks as the entire marching band marched through the center of the club. I knew I released a couple good whimpers before the man eased back with a smug self satisfied grin while I struggled to remember to lower my eyes and breathe dammit.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

 

The lights in the room dimmed and the stage lights brightened as the performing Master and his submissive took the stage to begin their show, but my mind was completely focused on Julius. I silently preened with the fact that my ploy seems to be working. I have his attention and even though my heart was fluttering away in my chest. I was ready for this; I was ready to submit to my Master. With every touch and caress if his hand through my hair, and the feel of his short nails gently scratching against the sensitive skin at the back of my neck, I felt my entire focus center on the man whose feet I was docilely kneeling.

I vaguely heard the crowds responding to the performance, my body tingled and I shivered with anticipation not for the action happening on stage, but fot the man that was petting me. Julius shifted a time or two above me, but his warm hand never missed a beat as he continued to pet me. There was a time or two when he fed me cool sips of water from his water bottle and when he used his thumb to wipe the excess moisture from my bottom lip, I made sure to kiss the digit to show my appreciation. I was rewarded with the sound of his pleased hiss and I spied Sammy’s subtle thumbs up sign from where he was being doted on by Master Sloan.

Finally, the show came to an end with a round of applause from the room full of spectators. I barely had a chance to feel the butterflies fluttering in my tummy before Julius was on his feet. His large palm appeared in front of my face and I placed my trembling hand in his and gracefully rocked back on my heels before rising to my feet. I kept my gaze respectfully lowered to the ground, and with my hand still firmly held in his, Julius excused the both of us from our present company and wished our friends a pleasant evening before leading me out of the room and back down the hallway towards the private suites. He stopped long enough to inquire about suite number three, a suite I have never been in before. I had no reason to be in any of them unless I was serving the patrons back here which was rare for me; I was always stationed out in the main dining area.

We found the designated room and Julius opened the door and ushered me inside, my heart stuttered for a moment with the sound of the door closing behind me, then it picked up a faster pace as the silence stretched on. I didn’t turn around for my Master hasn’t commanded me to. I stayed where I was, standing in the middle of the room discreetly glancing around the secluded space from underneath my lowered lashes. The walls of the room were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors, that feature alone was what caught and held my attention. You could see yourself and whatever it was that you are doing from every angle. Chills shimmied down the length of my spine as I thought about the possibilities of what I may see tonight.

It was a struggle for me not to stand there and not fidget like I usually so when I am nervous, but everything in me stopped when I heard the rustle and creak of leather as Julius moved to stand right behind me. His every breath had the buttons of his shirt brush against the naked flesh of my back, and oh my God my legs turned to straight up jello when he leaned over and whispered in a sinfully sexy voice. “Are you truly ready to submit to me, pet?”

It felt like my mind had shut down and I was standing there desperately trying to remember what he asked me, much or less trying to formulate answer to his question, and my Dom didn’t help the situation at all when he decided to circle around my trembling body until he standing right in front of me. My eyes flew up to his face with a startled gasp when his suddenly grabbed my throat and nudged my chin up with his thumb. “I asked you a question love, don’t make me repeat myself.” He purred right in my face.

Julius’ warm minty breath brushed over my parted lips and I might have come on myself a little just from that alone. My cock was trying valiantly to push out of the little scrap of material that I was wearing and I had to truly focus on answering my Master before he became displeased with me.  I also knew that with my answer, that this will be the turning point in our relationship. I squared my shoulders and drew on all my courage and I looked the man I want more than anything else in the eye and answered, “Yes Sir, I want to submit to you and only you.”

After those words left my mouth I wouldn’t be able to tell you exactly what happened next, all I knew was that I was flat on my back in the middle of the massive bed with a fully dressed huge Dom lying on top of my much smaller frame. And Lord Jesus, I nearly lost my mind with how good all that muscle felt as he pressed me down into the mattress.

My Dom held both of my arms over my head in one of his hands, and his lips mastered mine. I gasped when his free hand slipped into my shorts and the warmth of his hand against my leaking erection had me arching my back clear off the bed and moaning into his demanding mouth.

“Do you know how long I have dreamed of having you under me like this sweetness? Do you know how desperate I am to feel you writhe with anticipation and desire against me?” He asked me as he continued to plunder my mouth with his talented tongue. I could feel every inch of his big body against mine as I lost what little bit if brain function I had left. His tongue sinuously snaked into my mouth yet again and my hips shot forward and I rubbed my rigid length against his equally excited member. The leather covering his crotch was warm and the texture of it only stimulated me even more, but what I really wanted to do was feel of his bare skin against me. I desperately wanted to be skin to skin with him. To feel all that heavenly warmth and those ripped muscles without the barrier of clothes.

Julius’ next move didn’t surprise me, but it ramped me up even more. I felt my pulse spike and my very breath hitch in my throat when he strapped the first padded leather cuff to my wrist and then the other. I felt the blush spread from the tip of my toes to the top of my head when the big man sat back on his heels between my parted thighs and appraised my exposed body to his content. I couldn’t help the little puff of pride to see the possessiveness and lust he had for me burning in those emerald orbs of his.

With his eyes still caressing my flesh like a physical touch, my Master began talking to me in a sensuously low voice; the timbre and the cadence reverberated through every nerve ending in my body making me even more hyperaware of the man. “I am sure you know the basics of our lifestyle my sweet, you have been in the club long enough, but it would be neglectful for me not to make sure that you are aware and in the know.” He whispered as he removed his shirt. And sweet Jesus, how was I supposed to concentrate on what he was saying when he was exposing that God like body to me inch by delicious inch. Fuck, this was torture all on its own. My palms itched to touch and explore every ridge and contour of those mouth watering abs, and don’t even mention those dinner plate size pecs. Oh my gosh, I am going to faint, Lord I feel it coming.

I couldn’t even tell you what I managed to mumble to him as he schooled me about safe words and what it means for a Master Dom to take a submissive and how he is supposed to cherish and treasure that person with everything in them. He asked me if I really wanted to belong to him and I nearly gave myself whiplash with how quickly and vigorously I nodded my consent at him. And the sexy bastard just smiled as he reared up off the mattress. He walked around to the foot of the bed and faster than I could register his movements, my Dom whipped me out of those barely their shorts and my rigid cock slapped against my abdomen it was so hard.

An evil grin spread over his face and he reached under the covers and produced two more padded cuffs. I blew out a nervous breath when I felt his large hand wrap around my ankle and he attached the restraint and repeated the action with the other leg. If it was anyone other than Julius doing this to me, I would have been safe worded a long time ago and got the hell out of there. But my mind, my heart, and my body trusted my Master with everything that I am, and I laid there as docile as a lamb as I waited for what he was going to do next. And knowing the kind of Dom Julius is, and his love for bondage and edge play, I should have prepared myself better. But I wasn’t ready for what the man unleashed on me.

After Julius dropped his pants and his boxers and exposed his gloriously naked my body for my viewing pleasure all bets were off. He used everything in his arsenal to make me lose my ever loving mind. Julius teased me with his voice, his hands, his tongue, and the length of his entire body. I strained against my bindings desperately wanting to touch him in any way possible but I couldn’t not being able to and it drove me insane. He licked every square inch of skin before taking my oversensitive cock deep into his throat and turned me into a babbling incoherent mess. I begged and I pleaded. I thrashed and bucked, and whined and moaned, and then begged some more but he had no mercy on me.

Julius brought to the brink of orgasm time and time again only to ease back and deny me the pleasure of finding my release. My muscles quivered with need, I was covered in sweat and my voice was almost gone from all the screaming and begging that I have done. I was reduced to whimpering when a thick slicked up finger circled and then pushed for entry at my quivering hole. I was so exhausted I could barely lift my hips in wanton invitation, but my needy chute demanded that I do so. My Dom demanded that I do so, and I thrashed and wiggled as those thick digits tormented and stretched my entrance in preparation for my Master’s impressive cock.

And then, it was finally time, this was finally it, and I thought I might implode and drop dead away before I even got a chance to enjoy it, but Julius made me open my eyes and focus on him. It was when he was completely sure that he had my full attention his he aligned that magnificent piece of meat to my hungry entrance and he pushed through the tight ring of muscle. My back arched clear off the mattress as I felt every inch, and every vein of his wide shaft penetrate me deep until his heavy balls were pressed against my but cheeks.

Lightening shot through my body as my Dom began to move and boy could he move. Julius rolled his hips and the head of his bulbous shaft pegged me tight in my spot and I saw stars. With every snap of his talented hips it seemed he went deeper into my aching channel. My toes curled and my hands were white knuckled fists as Julius whispered wicked, filthy nasty words in my ear. He told much how good I felt around him, how tight I was and how much he loved fucking me. He told me I was going to spend a lot of my time chained to his bed for his pleasure, and he punctuated his words with the powerful thrust of his hips.

His huge body pressed me into the bed as he rutted above me, my thighs trembled and my spine arched yet again as I felt the tell tale sign on my impending release gather like a brewing storm before it flashed across the planes of my body and pooled in my quivering balls. They drew up into my body and I screamed as they seemed to explode, streams of hot thick fluid shot in between our sweaty bodies and I literally heard Julius grunt as his entire body seized above mine. I could feel it as he spilled himself deep into my channel, and I milked him for every drop of his essence. I wanted to be marked, to be claimed by this man and I was.

My Master adjusted what I now now for sure was my collar around my neck. “Mine at last.” Julius whispered in my ear as he gently pulled out of my exhausted body. I watched through half lidded eyes as he padded into the en-suite bathroom. I heard the water running for a few minutes before he came back with a warm wash cloth. He cleaned me from head to toe before throwing the cloth back towards the bathroom. He released me from the restraints and gently inspected and rubbed the areas that made contact with the bindings. And when he was satisfied that my skin and my muscles were fine, he gathered me into his arms and covered us with the blanket.

I let myself snuggle into his protective arms and just basked in that floaty warm feeling knowing I was right where I belonged and I cuddled even closer until my face was buried under his neck, and I contentedly breathed his unique scent and sleepy murmured, “Yours,” before I fell into a blissfully sated sleep in the arms of my Master, my Dom, and my lover. Nothing could be better than that.

The End