by Brina Brady
“I can if you want me to.”
“Please do it, Sir.”
“Oh, you beg so beautifully.”
Andrew grew excited with Jesse’s interest in the spanking bench. He imagined pushing Jesse’s boundaries in this room. Eventually, Jesse would need a Dom, whether it be him or someone else.
Jesse carefully bent over the bench, displaying his perfect ass. Andrew fastened Jesse’s wrists first, leaving his feet hanging slightly above the floor. He clasped the leather cuffs to his ankles on both sides of the bench and buckled the two back belts. Jesse tried to move but was unable to. His entire body tightened. Andrew bet his ass cheeks were too. Too bad he couldn’t see them through Jesse’s jeans. That would have to wait for another time when they were both naked. He was delicious enough to eat. Having Jesse bent over and bound to the bench did wonders for his growing hard-on.
“Why are you clenching your body?”
“I don’t know, Sir. You have so many spanking implements in this room. I thought you might try one on me.” The sound of his words went straight to Andrew’s balls.
“Did I say anything about swatting you?”
“No, Sir. I thought you might, though.”
“It sounds like you’re asking me to try something on you. If I were to ask, which implement would you want to feel?”
“The blue flogger, Sir.”
Andrew marched to the wall where the implements hung and chose the blue flogger he’d known Jesse would choose. Of course, Jesse didn’t know he had bought a few blue toys to entice him. Everything was working according to his plan. He was pleased he’d gotten Jesse to feel safe enough to want to play with him.
He held the blue, deerskin flogger and strode to Jesse’s side. He showed it to him by running it along his face. This soft flogger created a tolerable pain, but it would now be one of his favorites because it was the first he’d use on Jesse. Andrew’s cock stood rock hard, ready for action, but unfortunately there would be none now.
He ran the flogger along Jesse’s body. He sucked in a breath and arched into the touch while Andrew tickled him with the flogger.
“That tickles, Sir.”
“I know. It won’t when I begin. How about five swats?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Remember, you can use your safeword at any time, and I’ll stop.”
“Sir, I’m not a beginner. I can handle five without using my safeword.”
“I guess you’re not a beginner, but you’re so damn cute.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Begin by counting the swats aloud and thanking me after each one,” Andrew commanded.
“Yes, Sir.”
The flogger walloped Jesse’s ass. The moan escaping from Jesse’s mouth was music to Andrew’s ears. He wished Jesse was naked, but he could hardly have suggested that. Surely, he’d run from him if he had.
“One, thank you, Sir,” Jesse shouted.
“Two, thank you, Sir.” The second blow came down harder than the first.
“Three, thank you, Sir.” Number three struck him right below where the second had landed.
“Four, thank you, Sir.” Andrew flogged Jesse’s ass, wishing with each blow that Jesse wasn’t wearing denim under his chaps. He needed a bare ass.
“Five, thank you, Sir.” The sound of the flogger meeting his ass made Andrew’s cock push against his leather pants in a good way.
“Excellent, Jesse.” He hung up the flogger.
“I loved it, Sir. It really turned me on.”
“That’s good. I wanted you to enjoy it.” Andrew removed the leather cuffs from his wrists and ankles. He unbuckled the back belts and helped Jesse up. Andrew placed his hand on Jesse’s erection through his chaps while he gazed in Jesse’s eyes, dark with arousal.
“I wanted to see if I’d done a good job,” Andrew said.
“You did, Sir. I didn’t think it was working anymore.” Jesse’s face turned bright red, the same way it did when something or someone embarrassed him. He shoved his blond hair away from his sparkling blue eyes.
“Oh, it’s working.” Andrew pulled Jesse into his arms and kissed him, lost in the warm feeling. He only felt Jesse’s soft touches and goosebumps. Jesse was feeling his kiss.
“So now what are you going to do to me?”
“Don’t tease unless you’re going to please me.”
“That’s a good saying, Sir.” Jesse hadn’t realized he was teasing.
“You’re going to need to remove those jeans from under your chaps so I can insert your blue tail. You can change in the bathroom if you feel uncomfortable with me watching you.”
CHAPTER NINE
Master Andrew
At first, Jesse hesitated; then he quickly removed his chaps and his denim shorts and stood there with a beautiful erection. His thick cock was nicely circumcised and had no unsightly scars. The head was rounded and in perfect proportion to the shaft. The skin looked only slightly veined and smooth. It was the same pinkish color as the rest of his skin. However, it was perfect in length—seven or eight inches when it was as excited as it was now as a result of Andrew’s attention. His hairless balls hung flawlessly. Did he shave them, or was his blond hairs too light to see? He was gorgeous. Andrew enjoyed inspecting him without clothing. Jesse slowly pulled up his chaps and struggled with the zipper.
“That’s one hell of an erection. Are you sure you’re going to be able to fit it inside your chaps?” Master Andrew teased.
“I have to concentrate on that, Sir.”
Andrew laughed. “Push it against your body, then zip it up. Don’t catch the zipper on it.” Andrew had noticed Jesse hadn’t worn any briefs. Sexy little guy. He watched Jesse finally zip up his chaps. “You’re a lot of fun, Jesse.”
“So are you. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”
“And the night is just beginning.”
“I’m really excited about the race. I want to win for you.”
“Bend over so I can insert your pretty tail.” Andrew lubed it well.
Jesse did as he was told and grabbed his ankles.
He slowly pushed the tail plug up Jesse’s ass. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir. The tail feels weird, though. The fur keeps rubbing against my balls.”
“Let’s go downstairs.”
“I’m a little nervous, Sir. I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m very pleased with you.”
Jesse followed him to the club, which was crowded with regulars, as well as some new faces standing against the back wall. All the tables were taken, but the bar area had a few empty seats. The music blasted in his ears while he passed some guys dancing in the middle section. Across the bar, two men were locked in a kiss. Malik rushed over to them. He had Chen on a leash.
“Hey, Jesse,” Malik said, messing his hair and giving him a bear hug. “Nice to see you back here again.”
“Thanks. I’ve missed our talks,” Jesse said.
“This is Chen. He’s my puppy for the night,” Malik said.
“Hi, Chen.”
“Hi. Are you Master Andrew’s sub?” Chen asked, staring at Jesse’s collar.
“Only for tonight,” Jesse said.
“Actually, it could lead into a longer period than just tonight,” Master Andrew said, not liking that Malik seemed to know Jesse on a personal level. He wanted to mark him as his sub so no one would step in. He was going to have to figure something out without scaring Jesse away. He’d worried that Chen might be upset that he’d brought Jesse, but he looked happy with Malik.
One of the dungeon masters approached Andrew. There was a problem in one of the private rooms. “You two sit right here and have a soda. Malik and I have to take care of something.”
Together, Malik and Andrew hurried to the private room.
“I didn’t know you knew Jesse as in you talked to him alone,” Andrew said.
“Yes. Sometimes Sam asked me to keep an eye on him when he had to take ph
one calls or whatever else he had to do. So we talked a lot.”
“Just so you know, I’m going to collar him permanently. No one is to touch him.”
“He’s perfect for you. He’s a good sub and very hot.”
“Have you ever played with him?” Andrew asked.
“No. Sam didn’t allow anyone to even look at him, but he trusted me to keep other Doms from going near him.”
“Interesting.”
They walked into the room where a master was removing his bleeding sub from the St. Andrew’s cross.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Andrew shouted.
Master Carmen seemed like he belonged in the Italian mafia, especially when he opened his mouth. He had the same accent as Sam and Master Ben, another regular in the club. All three of them originated from Brooklyn, New York. He’d swear they were cousins or related in some way. Carmen had brown hair and hazel eyes. He stood tall, with a medium build, but with muscular arms. He’d been a master for a long time but didn’t have a permanent sub.
Malik carried the sobbing sub to the cot. He washed his hands with antibacterial cleanser to prevent infection. Then he returned to the sub and washed the cuts on his back with mild soap and water. He pressed a clean towel against the wounds to stop the bleeding.
“You’re out of here, Carmen,” Andrew said.
“Why?” Carmen asked. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a sneer on his face.
“You signed off on the rules. No cutting or bleeding when you play. Your sub is bleeding. So you abused the rules. Leave. You’re permanently banned.”
“He wanted to bleed,” Carmen shouted.
“Go to my office and wait for me. A dungeon master will escort you,” Andrew said in a calm voice, but inwardly, he was seething.
Two dungeon masters entered the room.
“Master Dan, escort Master Carmen to my office. Master John will stay here,” instructed Andrew.
“You better stay away from Jesse if you know what’s good for you,” Carmen said on his way out.
Andrew shot him a warning look. He wasn’t done with him yet. He turned to Malik. “Does he need to go to the hospital?”
“No. I called Dr. Meeken. He’s on his way.” Malik applied antibacterial ointment on the sub’s body.
“What’s your name?” Andrew asked the sub.
“Damian Jenkins, Sir.” Andrew pushed Damian’s sweaty brown hair out of his eyes. He hadn’t recognized him under the tears and the blood, but he was the same sub who’d been waiting for Sam the last time he’d been at the club.
“Oh, I met you this week. Have you played with Master Carmen before?” Andrew asked.
“No, Sir. And he told me I couldn’t use my safeword, so I screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn’t.”
“Do you want to press charges?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you live alone?”
“I have a roommate, Sir.”
“That’s good. Master John will stay with you. He’ll make sure the doctor sees you. Then he’ll take you home.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Does Master Carmen or Master Sam know your phone number or where you live?” Andrew asked.
“Master Sam does, Sir, but not Master Carmen.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere with Master Carmen or Master Sam.”
“I won’t, Sir. Master Carmen promised me he’d take me to Master Sam’s home if I played with him first. That was the only reason I played with him.”
“I’m sure he lied to you, just like Sam did. You’re to report to me if any Dom refuses to allow you to use a safeword. Also, if you hear from either of those two Doms, you let me know.”
“I really believed Master Sam was going to collar me, Sir.”
“No, I’m afraid not. He’s gone. How do you feel?”
“It hurts a lot.”
“Well, tell the doctor when he comes so he can help you. And call me if you need any help. The club insurance will take care of it. Keep away from Sam. He’s not a good person. I told you the last time Sam was cheating on his sub.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
The doctor entered the room and went over to Damian.
“Thanks for coming, Dr. Meeken,” Andrew said.
“No problem. I’ll fix him up.”
Andrew and Malik left the room and walked to his office.
“Do you think Sam is using Carmen to hurt Jesse?” Andrew asked.
“Something’s off. Why was Carmen threatening you about Jesse?”
“I’m going to get to the bottom of this. I want you with me. So, how is it going with Chen?”
“He’s fun. He’s young, and he’s so damn needy, just the way I like them. Something might be happening between us soon. What about Jesse?”
“I want him, but he’s messed up right now so I have to go slow.”
They stepped into his office and found Carmen sitting on a chair, trying to look calm, but the tension in his body, balled fists, and glower in his eyes betrayed him. Master Dan was leaning against the wall, with a ghost of a smile on his face, perfectly at ease. Malik remained standing at the door while Andrew sat behind his desk.
“First of all, what did you mean when you said I’d better stay away from Jesse?”
“He belongs to Sam.”
“Sam left Jesse. He’s gone, but that shouldn’t be news to you.”
“Sam doesn’t want anyone with Jesse.”
“Where is Sam?”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t tell you because you’d tell Jesse.”
“You make no fucking sense.” Andrew went through his drawer and pulled out Carmen’s file. He threw it on his desk. “Read it.”
Carmen picked it up. “Look, the kid wanted to bleed. That’s what he said.”
“Damian said the only reason he played with you was because you promised to take him to Sam. So, where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“So you’re either lying to me or Damian is. Which is it?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Take your shit out of here. You’re banned. Permanently.”
Carmen jumped up with such force the chair clattered on the floor. With a glare toward Andrew, he turned and stomped out, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER TEN
Jesse
Chen checked Jesse out as they stood beside each other at the bar. Jesse ordered them sodas. There was something off about Chen. Maybe it was the way he stared at him.
“You’re lucky Master Andrew is interested in you. I’ve been trying to get him to collar me for weeks.” Chen pushed his long black hair away from his pale face.
“You’re lucky Master Andrew is interested in you. I’ve been trying to get him to collar me for weeks.” Chen pushed his long black hair away from of his pale face.
“Did you play with him?” Jesse asked as he handed him his drink.
“Many times, but he never took me home, and he said he didn’t want a long-term sub.”
“Well, he wanted one just for today.” Jesse rubbed his collar with pride. He searched the room for Master Jake and Charlie but didn’t see them.
“But he put your name on your collar. That’s really special. He also said it might lead to something long term. He’s into you.”
“I was surprised when I saw my name on the collar. I’m not looking for a Dom, though. I had one for four years, and then he dumped me.” Jesse sipped his drink.
“Did you meet him here? What was his name?” Chen asked.
“Yes, I did. His name is Master Sam.”
“As in Master Sam Gambino?”
“Do you know him?” Jesse asked, feeling slightly sick to his stomach.
“All the subs know Master Sam. He plays with different ones each time he comes in.”
“When did he do that?” Jesse raised his voice.
“He’s been around for a year. He’s a regular. I’ve played with him too.”
> “Did he fuck you?” Jesse asked.
“I don’t remember, but I guess he must have. He loved fucking the subs.”
Chen went on, explaining in great detail what Sam had done to him and other subs. His words wounded him, and he felt nauseated, growing sicker by the minute. The reality was too shocking to be true. His broken heart turned into lead, slowly sinking inside him like a heavy stone in the deepest depths of the ocean. It was as if he was descending to the deep, cold bottom and watching as the warm sunlight was evaporating away from his reach; as if reality had just slapped him in the face. Hard.
There was no point in trying to change Chen’s words by calling him a liar. It had happened, and now he was hopeless. He held back the tears that were accumulating behind his eyes. “You knew this would happen, didn’t you?” a voice whispered in his head. “You were prepared for this….Weren’t you?”
Even though he’d known the answer before he’d asked, Jesse had never had the courage to prepare himself for the worst. He had been foolish enough to believe the worst couldn’t happen. He trembled, vulnerably in his grief. This was it. His hopes and dreams were swept away by the mercilessly strong gusts of reality. It really hurt. So badly. And there was nothing he could do.
Sam had said he loved him and wanted to be together forever, and Jesse had believed all that bullshit. His stomach had been churning on and off ever since Sam had left him. As he fought back tears again, he willed himself to turn his pain into hate to maintain his standing. He had to refocus his perspective on life. Stay strong. Don’t fall apart. Not here. Not now.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“How am I supposed to feel when you tell me my Dom was fucking around on me?”
“You asked me. I’d want to know the truth. I’m sorry he did this to you.”
“I guess Sam wasn’t the man or Dom I thought he was, but that will never happen again. I won’t trust another man. Ever.”
“No, he wasn’t, and you deserve better, Jesse.” Chen wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry. I hate that you’re hurting.”
Master Andrew and Master Malik returned, and they broke apart. Master Andrew attached the leash to Jesse’s collar. He slipped on the blue hand and foot mitts and handed him his boots.