Open Mind (Kink Chronicles Book 1)

by Luna, David

  Jamie still had a hard time meeting Ronan’s eyes, but when he thought Ronan wasn’t looking, he let his guard down, and the longing Ronan knew he’d seen in previous weeks was back—and seemed to be burning brighter than ever. Hell, if Jamie was that responsive from them just passing by each other in the hall, what would he be like when Ronan got his hands all over that lithe body? He’d be willing to bet Jamie was going to be a firecracker under his touch, just waiting to detonate. Damned if Ronan couldn’t wait to light the match.

  Ronan had sent Jamie home as he always did on the nights he was having a scene at the office. Jamie had gotten a strange look when Ronan had told him he could head home early, but after the long week they’d had, he figured he’d leave well enough alone. If things were strange come Monday, he’d have to sit down with Jamie and try to have another conversation about it.

  He hoped he wouldn’t have to do that. He didn’t want to be at odds with Jamie. He’d really grown to love working with him and wanted that to continue. He’d just have to make sure that, whatever it was, he would address it so they could move forward. Ronan still felt the tension brewing between them, but there’d been a heated edge to it again, which made him think Jamie was worked up about his own growing feelings for Ronan. He’d just have to see how it went. Not wanting to think about it, he settled in to finish his work before his visitors arrived.

  Ronan had gotten so caught up in work, he hadn’t noticed time passing, so when the front doorbell rang, he nearly jumped out of his seat. Laughing to himself, he headed up to the waiting room and opened the door for his first visitor of the evening. “Quinn, how are you doing tonight?”

  Though the submissive was tense, he made direct eye contact and didn’t waver when he said, “I’m good, Dr. Kincaid. How about you?”

  “I’m good, I’m good. Come on back.” As Ronan headed to exam room one, he smiled to himself thinking the Dom who would eventually capture this particular submissive’s heart would have his hands full. Quinn knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to seek it out himself rather than waiting and hoping.

  Ronan respected that and knew the Dom who chose Quinn would also have to meet Quinn’s expectations and be chosen by him as well. His bullheaded determination to seek what he desired would be a challenge to any Dom’s need for control, but Ronan looked forward to watching it from a distance when it happened.

  Ronan knew, whomever Quinn ended up with, they’d be an explosive combination. He had a few Doms in mind for the sub, and he’d invited them to join him tonight with Quinn’s permission, of course. He couldn’t wait to see if the single Dom or the established couple chose to give Quinn their contact info when the scene was over.

  Ronan sat down on the rolling stool to help relax the sub. “So, you asked me to bring in some men who are STD free and trustworthy.”

  Quinn sat down on one of the chairs facing him. “Yes. As you know, I’ve been STD free both times you’ve tested me in the last six months. And after my first visit, I was told of…um…your extracurricular activities.”

  Ronan laughed at that. “Okay.”

  He hadn’t heard his dalliances being called extracurricular before, but he supposed it fit. He often did them in his office because it held a certain appeal for the people he scened with. They often wanted a medical environment, if they specifically wanted medical play, and options for a complete medical room setup were slim within their community. However, he did entertain in his own home and had parties there often enough that he supposed he’d be known in the community for it.

  “Being relatively new in town, I was looking for a safe place away from the local BDSM clubs. Then I was told how safe you are in everything you do. And trusted. I asked around…a lot.” Quinn paused, his face still holding no shyness or uncertainty. “I’ve had this fantasy for years, and I just needed it to happen in a place where I could treat it as if it was mine. Like I had the advantage, without being alone. Like, you know, the home team. Like when a football team plays their games at home, it’s the home team advantage.”

  Ronan lifted his brow. A sports analogy? This kid really was more nervous than he was letting on. “Quinn, I’m glad you did your due diligence and found me. I do take the safety of the people I scene with very seriously, which is why I need to check in with you and make sure this is what you want.” Ronan made sure to keep his eyes locked with Quinn’s. “In just a few minutes, the three men you trusted me to find will be walking through that door. I can assure you they are all STD free, as I’ve done the testing myself and printed out all four of our results here.”

  Handing the papers over, Quinn gave them a cursory glance and set them aside. Ronan continued, “The names have been redacted for multiple reasons, HIPAA being one of them, obviously, but also because you asked for strangers. However, all three of them are happy for you to know their names and see their files once they’ve arrived. That goes double for me. But you asked for a gangbang. You wanted strangers to dominate, fuck, and breed you, so I assumed you wouldn’t want that.”

  Quinn shook his head. “I don’t.”

  He noticed how the boy’s breathing had picked up, not in fear or nerves but in arousal. “If this is no longer what you want, or I’ve made a mistake, tell me now.”

  “No! You haven’t! This is what I want. I promise. I’ve been fantasizing about it for years, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be nervous. Plus, I’ll like have my safewords and stuff, right?”

  Ronan wheeled his chair closer and put his hand on Quinn’s knee. “I never have a scene without safewords. You will always be able to say yours and stop everything immediately. But if you’re overwhelmed before the others are even here, I want to be sure this is still what you want.”

  Ronan felt Quinn’s whole body move when he nodded his head hard and fast. “Yes, Dr. Kincaid. It’s what I want.”

  Ronan nodded to the bag Quinn had brought. “Good. I’m glad you brought what I asked—”

  The back doorbell rang, and Quinn jolted up out of his seat. Ronan stood, placing his hands on the young man’s shoulders. “You need to take some deep breaths and calm yourself. You won’t enjoy your fantasy if you’re so tense you can’t loosen up, both mentally and physically.”

  Quinn smirked at him, and Ronan snorted and said, “Well, that too. Stay where you’re at. Let me answer the door and let the men in.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Ronan left the exam room and headed to the back entrance. He opened the door to see Drew, one of the men from the couple, and Harrison, the single Dom. They were chatting amicably, having known each other for years, though not closely acquainted. They turned to smile at him, both looking eager. “Drew and Harrison. Come on in.”

  Drew stepped forward first. “Morgan will be here in a few minutes. He was running a little late from work.”

  “Great. I’ll leave this unlocked for him, if you want to text him and let him know.”

  As they walked further into the office, Drew texted his partner as Ronan continued to talk quietly to them both. “The boy’s name is Quinn. He’s headstrong but nervous about tonight. He’s stated he wants to be bred. We’re all STD free here. If you’d like his test results, I can show them to you now.”

  They both shook their heads, so he continued. “And foregoing condoms is okay with you?”

  Harrison nodded. “Yeah, no problem. I can’t wait to help him live out his fantasy. He’s ballsy, asking for this flat out.”

  Ronan nodded. “He is. He’d be a handful for any Dom, that’s for sure.”

  “Morgan and I trust you completely, Ronan. And you know how we feel about boys who are strong-willed,” Drew said.

  Ronan chuckled. “Oh, he’s got that in abundance. But still, go easy until we get a feel for him. He said he won’t flat out refuse us, meaning this isn’t a mock rape, but he’ll push back and doesn’t mind being insulted or handled roughly. If things go well tonight, however, he said he wouldn’t be against having a mock rape scene, as that’s a f
antasy of his as well.”

  Both men’s eyes popped wide and they nodded, letting that sink in. Ronan turned and led them toward exam room one. He knocked a couple times and was met with silence. Knowing that was part of the boy’s play, he walked in. Quinn was standing at the far side of the room, arms crossed over his chest. Ronan approached quietly. “Safewords, Quinn?”

  Quinn’s eyes moved from the men behind him back to his. “Red, yellow, and green, Dr. Kincaid. And I’m green, Sir.”

  “Then let’s begin.”

  Before he could say anything further, Drew growled out, “What are you doing clothed? Get your ass naked, pet.”

  Quinn narrowed his eyes in challenge, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You want my ass, you have to earn it.”

  Harrison stepped forward. Fingers interlocked, he turned them palms out, cracking all his knuckles and shaking out his arms in a show of dominance. “Oh, I can’t wait to break you in, boy.”

  Both men made their way toward Quinn. Drew pushed Quinn back against the wall, a huge hand on the sub’s small chest. He leaned down and bit Quinn just below the ear and growled, “I’m gonna hold you under me so you can’t move. I like it when little boys like you struggle.”

  Harrison leaned in and breathed in deep as he trailed his nose up Quinn’s jaw and into his hairline. “Mmm, you smell like fear and sin. It’s my favorite combination. We’re gonna make you beg, Quinn.”

  Quinn shook his head and pushed back against the men who were keeping him firmly planted against the wall. Ronan reached across the counter and grabbed a pair of medical shears. “Keep him right there.”

  He approached the men and reached between the Doms. Sliding the shears under the neck of the long-sleeved t-shirt Quinn was wearing, he made one quick cut. That was all that was needed as the other men grabbed on to either side and ripped it down the front. By that time, Quinn’s chest was heaving and lust glazed his eyes even as he struggled with the men dragging his arms through the sleeves of his now tattered shirt.

  Drew leaned down to lave the sub’s nipple and then bit down until he grunted. Harrison gripped Quinn’s chin, pushing his head back into the wall and kissed him hard on the lips. Their tongues dueled for dominance as Ronan unbuttoned and yanked Quinn’s pants down over his hips, which were already thrusting. “Well, look what we have here. Commando. We’ve got a dirty little slut on our hands. Bend him over the table, guys. Let’s spread him open and see how pretty he really is.”

  Ronan gripped his now hard cock as he watched Quinn struggle in the hands of both men. They bent him over the exam table, Drew’s hand on the boy’s neck, shoving his face into the table. Quinn’s jeans were still on, but his whole ass was exposed, and fuck, was it beautiful. Ronan gave it a hard slap from behind, just to watch it jiggle. Quinn gasped and struggled against the arms that held him down.

  Ronan turned and reached for the lube he’d left on the counter, getting his fingers slicked up. When he turned back around, Harrison had gathered both of Quinn’s hands at the boy’s lower back and gripped them there, even as Quinn continued to struggle against their grasp. As if it had been planned ahead of time, Drew and Harrison each held on to an ass cheek and spread him wide open.

  Quinn’s pucker was clenched tight. His skin, flawless and pink, with a darker pink around his hole. Ronan couldn’t wait to get his dick in there. He rubbed his lubed fingers against the boy’s rim, circling it and putting pressure on the wrinkled ring of muscle, almost soothing him and teasing him simultaneously. Quinn bucked back against Ronan’s hand and groaned.

  All three Doms looked at each other and grinned. Drew leaned down close to Quinn’s face. “Goddamn, but you want that ass filled, don’t you, boy?”

  Ronan’s finger slid in with little resistance. He withdrew his hand and, with the next push, buried two fingers deep. With Quinn bearing down at the same time, his hole bloomed open.

  So hungry. So fucking eager. When Ronan tapped on the boy’s prostate, it sent a jolt through Quinn so strong, he jerked on the table. Quinn nearly shouted before he closed his mouth on a groan, his hips undulating against the table, trying to get some friction going.

  Ronan pulled his fingers out and slapped the boy hard on the ass again, which had Quinn gasping out, “Fuck! Oh, fuck, please. Please, don’t stop!”

  “You don’t need to worry about that, Quinn. You’re going to be fucked raw tonight and filled to bursting with our come.”

  A shudder ran through the sub at those words, and Ronan was back with more lube, three fingers deep a minute later. He stretched Quinn, readying him for their cocks, in and out, as Quinn humped back against him. Drew let go of Quinn’s ass, unbuckled his own belt, and opened his fly. He yanked out his hard length and pumped some lube onto his hand, slicking himself up.

  Ronan pulled his fingers out, and Quinn started thrashing around, nearly dislodging Drew’s hold on his neck. “Come on! Fuck me already!”

  Harrison reached between his legs and, from what Ronan could tell, pinched his scrotum hard enough to make Quinn yelp and curse a blue streak at them. Ronan smacked his ass one more time for good measure. “Behave as a good whore should. You wanted to be fucked? We’ll fuck you when we’re good and ready, or not at all. What’s it gonna be, boy?”

  “Please. Please! I need it, Sir.”

  Drew approached Quinn from behind and lined his cock up with his hole as Ronan gripped the boy’s hair at his scalp and tilted his head back. He licked up Quinn’s neck, and as Drew slid deep inside his tight heat, Ronan bit Quinn’s earlobe hard. Quinn cried out and then moaned. “Yes. Oh god, thank you. Please, please fuck me hard.”

  Drew stopped pumping his hips and tore his shirt off as Quinn whimpered. Drew growled out, “Please, fuck you hard, what?”

  Understanding immediately, Quinn moaned out, “Sir. Please, fuck me hard, Sir!”

  “That’s a good slut.”

  Ronan watched the boy’s face. Quinn’s eyes rolled back in his head in rapture due to the name calling and the pounding he was getting. He was beautiful. So responsive. So. Fucking. Responsive.

  Quinn panted, screwed his eyes shut, and bit his lip, taking everything he was being given, and then begging for more. “Harder, please. I need more. Please, Sir!”

  Drew gave him what he was asking for, his hips like pistons, sweat trickling down his temples. Ronan’s gaze shifted as Morgan walked through the exam room door, a smirk on his face as he watched his partner’s hips hammer into the mewling Quinn. He approached Drew from behind and growled, “Harder, Drew. You’ve fucked me harder than that. Give the boy what he wants.”

  Drew growled and did as his partner asked. Ronan was turned on beyond belief as Morgan aligned his body to his partner’s back, wrapping his arms around Drew and placing a flat hand on his taut stomach. Morgan ran the other up Drew’s chest to his nipples, pinching them so hard Drew shouted, coming deep inside of Quinn’s body. The boy was pushing back for more, his noises indecipherable.

  Morgan turned his now sated partner around, grabbing Drew behind the neck to pull him into a passionate kiss. Drew groaned and yanked Morgan closer, kissing him for all he was worth.

  Harrison lubed himself up and slid into Quinn’s dripping hole just as he whimpered, “Please! Oh god, yes!”

  As Morgan pulled away from Drew, he smiled at Ronan and flicked his eyes toward the door he’d come through only moments before. He leaned in to whisper in Ronan’s ear, “There’s a young guy out there in dark purple scrubs. When I came in the back door, he hightailed it into another exam room, and I pretended I didn’t see him trying to hide. I have a feeling he’s been watching you from the beginning.”

  Ronan’s breath caught, knowing dark purple scrubs could only mean Jamie. Jesus fucking Christ. He’d been hard before, but the thought of Jamie being just outside the door, watching them fuck Quinn, nearly made him come in his own scrubs. His little nurse was going to get an eye full.

  He turned back to the scene before him, catching
movement out of the corner of his eye as he did so, but forcing himself to ignore their little peeping Tom. He had to wonder if his little nurse had been there any other time in the last month when he’d been entertaining other visitors.

  And then it clicked.

  Fucking hell! That’s it! That’s why he’s been worked up all week.

  Ronan thought back to Monday and how Jamie had worked hard to cover his uneasiness for the remainder of the week. After their talk, Ronan had paid really close attention to Jamie’s looks and sideways glances throughout the week. More than once, when Ronan had been walking away from him, he’d turned back around to see if Jamie was watching—and, every single time, he had been. A few times, Ronan had seen heated glances. Other times, he’d caught him biting his lower lip, and once, he’d even caught him licking his lips as Ronan walked away.

  He’d stopped worrying so much about it after that. The tension was still there, but when it all came down to it, the mutual attraction was still there too. With the added strain between them, it had become more intense than ever. He tuned back in to the scene before him and realized the men were already cleaning themselves up and giving Quinn the aftercare he deserved. Ronan turned and grabbed the bottle of water he’d set aside for the boy and handed it to Morgan, who uncapped it and handed it to Quinn. He turned back to Ronan and winked at him, a knowing look in his face.

  Ronan shook his head and grinned. He looked at the submissive, still lying on the exam table, and asked, “How do you feel about how it went, Quinn?”

  Quinn’s blissed-out expression said it all. He was practically glowing with all the attention he was getting from the other men. Petting, massaging, holding the water bottle to his lips, whispering kind words about how well he’d done, how well he’d taken all of them, and how much they’d loved every second of it. As the guys helped him sit up, Quinn finally glanced at Ronan, pupils still blown. “It was amazing, Dr. Kincaid. Thank you so much for helping me set it up.”