Leather Paddles

by Brina Brady

  After Master Jake had finished his slice, he and Charlie said their good-byes and left.

  “Sit on my lap. I missed you today,” Master Andrew said.

  “I like it when we’re together.”

  “You know you’re in trouble for rolling your eyes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let’s get this over with. I don’t like delayed punishments. Go upstairs to the playroom and prepare for discipline. We’ve discussed rolling eyes before, and I let you get off with a warning.

  But this is the second time.”

  “I’m sorry. I guess I can’t stop messing up today.”

  “Upstairs,” Master Andrew ordered a little louder this time.

  Jesse walked to the bedroom, taking each step as if it were his last one, and stripped. In the playroom, he kneeled in the middle of the floor with his hands folded on his knees and lowered his head. Shortly, Master Andrew entered the room and stopped before him. Jesse focused on his bare feet.

  “Why am I punishing you?” Master Andrew asked, resting his hand on Jesse’s head.

  “Rolling my eyes, Sir.” Jesse hated disappointing his Dom. He wanted Master Andrew to see him as a perfect sub. He should have paid more attention to what he was doing, but how could he? Sometimes, he rolled his eyes without thinking. It was just one bad habit out of many others.

  “Tell me what’s wrong with what you did?”

  “It shows that I’m disrespecting you, and I promised to respect you when I signed our contract, Sir.”

  “Spanking bench.” Master Andrew pointed to it.

  Jesse bent over the bench, facedown, and Master Andrew fastened his wrists and ankles. Once he had him settled where he wanted Jesse, he closed the middle strap around his waist to hold him in place. Jesse waited for him to go to the implement wall. Instead, Master Andrew unbuckled his belt. The the belt sliding through the loops sounded loud, and it made him clench his ass cheeks. He knew that sound all too well from some of his housefathers.

  “I’m going to punish you with five swats.”

  Jesse nodded, unable to speak. The snapping of the thick belt whistled through the air, and then the first smack landed on his ass cheeks. He pressed his face into the leather, preventing him from shouting out in pain. The next one hurt more than the first. He swore it landed on the same spot as the first swat.

  He never had a chance to catch his breath—Master Andrew’s belt pounded his ass the third time. After the fifth swat, his ass was on fire. He hated himself for showing such disrespect to his Dom. There was no doubt in his mind that he would never roll his eyes at Master Andrew again. He had thought these words before, but he meant it this time. Nothing was worth disappointing his Dom.

  Master Andrew put his belt back through the loops and buckled it. He removed the bench restrains from Jesse.

  “Kneel in front of me,” Master Andrew said.

  Jesse got up and dropped down onto his knees on the hard tile floor before Master Andrew and waited for a good five minutes for further instruction. He guessed he still needed to learn how to respect Master Andrew. Still making the same mistake and paying the same price for it was not acceptable.

  Master Andrew loomed over him, watching him closely. He unzipped his pants, and his gigantic erection popped out.

  “Hands behind your head. Suck and swallow.” He brushed a strand of hair from Jesse’s face and stroked his cheek.

  Jesse placed his hands behind his head but then froze, unable to move toward Master Andrew’s cock. His mind was traveling in circles over his mistakes and shortcomings. He’d wanted to please Master Andrew. He’d two weeks to shine in Master Andrew’s eyes, but he’d made so many mistakes, and they were just in the beginning of their temporary contract.

  Master Andrew tugged Jesse’s hair. “Suck and swallow.”

  Jesse’s hard-on twitched at Master Andrew’s order. He lowered his head and wrapped his full lips around Master Andrew’s hard cock. It tasted clean, like his pine scent. He slid his mouth up and down while sucking him. His own erection turned to cement, and his balls tightened, ready to release. He wouldn’t dare come while he sucked Master Andrew’s cock. That probably wasn’t allowed, even though he hadn’t said anything about it.

  The huge cock grew warmer and harder in his mouth and vibrated on his tongue right before Master Andrew’s hot sticky cum spurted into his mouth. Jesse gagged a few times, but he managed to swallow it. Master Andrew bent down and kissed his forehead.

  “You were beautiful, Jesse. You took your punishment as a good boy. You’re back in my good graces, and tonight we’re going to have fun,” Master Andrew said.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I got us something today at Brass Rings and had a nice talk with Cody. He said you can work with Marty when you’re not working at the library.”

  “He did? He wants me?”

  “Why wouldn’t he want you? You’re a good worker and knowledgeable.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “We’re going to see my gifts… although do you deserve it? I guess so. Put on some clothes and meet me in the living room.”

  Jesse rushed down the stairs to the bedroom, put on a pair of jeans, and raced to the living room.

  “Sit down.” Master Andrew handed him a box.

  Jesse pulled off the lid and gasped at the beautiful pair of shiny black combat boots.

  “Look inside them.”

  Jesse smiled when he read his initials, JR, in each boot. The best part was they were the correct size. Master Andrew had invested time and research to get to know everything about him, and for that he loved him.

  “Oh, I love them. Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. You can wear your new boots tonight and match me. Now here is another present for tonight.” Master Andrew handed him a huge bag.

  He pulled out black leather slacks with a blue stripe on the sides and a matching vest with the same blue stripe. “Oh! I love them. You’re too good to me, Sir. I don’t deserve them.”

  “Yes, you do. I have a similar outfit so we look like the couple we are. I’m excited for us to go to the club, and I can’t wait to show you off.”

  “I’m proud to have you as my Dom, Sir. Thank you so much for everything you have done for me. No one has ever made me feel so wanted.”

  “That’s because I want you.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Master Andrew

  A long line of leather-clad men stood outside the club, where they waited to sign in with their IDs. It looked like it would be a full house shortly. Many of the Doms were scanning the line for an available sub. Only about fifty percent of the Doms were in BDSM contracts. The rules for being allowed into the club were strict. All Doms were required to enroll in the safety class offered by the dungeon masters before final approval of their membership, and all members, Doms and subs, also had to show proof they didn’t have any STDs before being accepted. Subs could only become members when they had an approved Dom. Jesse walked alongside Andrew passed the line. As club owner, he could walk right in. He greeted the men in the line and introduced Jesse as his sub. He didn’t want to use the word temporary sub. In his mind, Jesse was his now, and no one would take him away. They belonged together. It was too soon to say forever, but that would be something he’d aim for.

  The Dom at the entrance held the door open for them.

  “Hey, Andrew. Who have you got with you?” Master John asked.

  “Jesse Reid, my new sub. He’s a member,” Master Andrew said.

  “He looks familiar to me. Welcome, Jesse. You have one hell of a Dom.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Once he entered the club, he pushed through the leather men. The place smelled of polished leather, delicious food, and alcohol. Many subs hung out in the mesh cage, wearing very little. Most of the unattached subs pinned their hope a Dom would want them for longer than the evening and maybe earn a collar. Had Jesse and Charlie been sitting in the mesh cage
until Sam and Jake picked them? Too bad he hadn’t seen Jesse first, but he had him now, and Sam didn’t.

  He led Jesse to his private table in the restaurant area. “What do you want to play with once we’re in one of the private rooms?”

  “Some candle dripping and spanking, Sir.”

  “Oh, that sounds like fun. Have you ever played with candle drippings?”

  “Yes, Sir. Not as often as I like, though.”

  Chen brought them a glass of seltzer water with lime and a Coke. Then he handed them the menus. “It’s nice to see you, Sir, and you too, Jesse,” Chen said.

  “Do you work full time here?” Jesse asked.

  “Yes. I’ll be back for your orders unless you want to order now, Sir?”

  “Thanks, Chen. Come back for our order,” Andrew said.

  Chen smiled and left.

  “Lots of subs are checking you out, Sir,” Jesse said.

  “I bet many Doms are checking you out too. I’m the owner of Leather Paddles, and I’ve been here for a while. If one of them had attracted me, I would have been with them.”

  “What about Chen?”

  “Are you jealous, Jesse?”

  “I might be because he told me you and Sam had played with him. Every time I see him, I think he wants you to be his Dom.”

  “Chen needed my help. He was just one of many subs I played with. I respect that you also have a past.”

  “I sound stupid for even bringing it up. I’m sorry, Sir.” Jesse lowered his head in disgrace. His self-hate and demand for perfection were limitless. Andrew had his work cut out for him.

  “No, you don’t sound stupid. You’re being honest, and I love that about you. What are you going to order?”

  “I’d like prime rib if that’s okay, Sir,” Jesse said with an unsteady voice. The poor boy didn’t think he deserved to eat what he had wanted.

  “Good choice. That’s what I’ll have too. Jesse, I’ll never pick your meals when we’re out. You order whatever you like. I know what it is, growing up in group homes. Both of us had to eat many things we didn’t like, although some housemothers cooked better than others,” Andrew said with kindness.

  “Thank you, Sir. I can’t picture you being in a group home.”

  “I don’t usually tell people, but I trusted you’d understand.”

  “Oh, I do understand, Sir.”

  “That’s good.”

  “I need to go to the men’s room, Sir.”

  “It’s near the exit door.”

  “I’ll be right back, Sir.”

  As soon as Jesse left, Chen returned to their table. “Where’s Jesse, Sir?”

  “Men’s room.”

  “Do you want me to come back for your order?”

  “No, we’re both going to have the Prime Rib Dinner platter.”

  “Okay, anything else, Sir?”

  “No. Is everything going okay with Malik?” Andrew had noticed the temporary collar on Chen.

  “Yes, Sir. I’m living with him. He has me on the right path.”

  “That’s good to hear.”

  Jake and Charlie arrived then and sat at their table.

  “Two Cokes, please, Chen,” Jake said.

  “I’ll get you menus, Sir.”

  “No need. We both want the Prime Rib Dinner,” Jake said.

  “Where’s Jesse, Sir? I thought he was with you.” Charlie asked with a concerned look on his face.

  “He went to the men’s room.” Jesse had been gone long. Too long. Something was wrong. “I’m going to check on him.”

  Andrew rushed out of the restaurant area. Doms tried to stop him to talk, but he raced past everyone without saying anything. He barged into the men’s room. He didn’t see Jesse. Two men were using the urinals, and the stalls were empty.

  “Did you see my sub, Jesse, in here?”

  “No. Just us two here. Is he missing?”

  “I don’t know. He had to go here but never returned to our table.” Andrew made a group call to all the dungeon masters.

  “Jesse is missing. Check your areas please.” Andrew rushed back to his table with the hope Jesse would be there talking to Jake and Charlie, but he wasn’t.

  “Jesse’s missing,” Andrew announced.

  “We’ll help look for him. How long has he been gone?” Jake said.

  “I don’t know. Ten minutes maybe.”

  “We’ll find him,” Charlie said. “He might be checking out the private rooms.”

  Andrew ran to the entrance, where Master John was still checking in new guests. “Did you see Jesse walk out of here?”

  “No. No one left. They’re all going in,” Master John said.

  So many things were rolling around in his mind. Had Jesse left him? But that didn’t make sense. He’d ordered his favorite dinner, and he seemed relaxed, happy. He checked his messages and then called Jesse. His phone went to voicemail on the first ring, which meant he had turned it off. Or someone else had.

  Andrew: Jesse, where are you? Call or text me NOW!

  Malik came running toward him.

  “He didn’t come out the front because we would have seen him. I have someone check the security cameras. Are you sure he left the building?” Malik asked.

  “I don’t know. He said he needed to go to the men’s room, but he isn’t there.”

  “Let’s go to the back area.”

  “Only Doms can use that door,” Andrew said.

  “And maybe some Dom walked him out through the back,” Malik said.

  “Or maybe Ben or Carmen came in from the back and took him,” Andrew said.

  “That’s what I was thinking. I thought you hired a guard.”

  “I did, but he was supposed to guard him when I’m not around. How the fuck could this happen?” They walked back inside and checked all the private rooms. Jesse was nowhere.

  “This isn’t your fault. The bathroom is down the hallway from the restaurant. What Dom babysits their sub in the men’s room? None.”

  Andrew scrolled through his contacts to Ben’s number. It went to voicemail.

  “Call me back as soon as you can.”

  He called Carmen. Voicemail. He left the same message.

  “Dammit, where is he?” He should have gone with him to the men’s room, but it was right down the hall. He couldn’t believe Jesse had left on his own. Maybe he had taken a walk, but inside, he knew Jesse was in trouble. Jake and Charlie met up with him.

  “Anything?” Jake asked.

  “No, but Malik thinks he may have left the club from the back.”

  “How? Did you give him the key?”

  “Of course not. He thinks Ben or Carmen took him.” Andrew closed his eyes, hoping that wasn’t the case. He paced down the hall, running his hand through his hair. Then he called Niko.

  “He’s missing from the club?” Niko asked.

  “Yes, he went to the men’s room but never returned. He doesn’t answer his phone. We’ve searched inside and outside the club. Nobody saw him coming out the front. That leaves the back, and only Doms have the key. We’re thinking Ben or Carmen took him.”

  “Is there any way he could have left on his own?” Niko asked.

  “I doubt it. We’d just ordered his dinner, and he was looking forward to the private playroom.”

  “It could be the same guy from the beach. Maybe that guy works for Ben and Carmen.”

  “I don’t know why, though. Jesse spoke to Sam, and Sam said he didn’t want him. So, it’s not him.”

  “I suggest you drive around the area, then go home in case he comes home. I’m going to call a couple of guys who will do some searches. I wouldn’t call the police until tomorrow. I’m sorry, Andrew.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Don’t go near Ben or Carmen. We’ll handle them at our end.”

  “Thanks. I’ll drive around and look for him.”

  Andrew returned to where Jake and Charlie were standing. “I talked to Niko, and he’s going to check out Ben’s an
d Carmen’s place. He said we should check the area around the club, then go home and wait.”

  Malik caught up with them and said, “He’s not inside or in the parking lot, but I found these in the back of the club. Are these Jesse’s?”

  Andrew took the boots and read the initials, JR.

  “They’re his. I got them for him today.” Andrew felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. This nightmare had turned real. Jesse had loved the boots, and regardless of what happened, he wouldn’t have left them in the back area. At least, not voluntarily.

  “What do you need me to do?” Malik asked.

  “Stay here. If he shows up, call me. I’m going to check the neighborhood, ask around if anyone saw him.”

  “I will. We’re all looking and asking everywhere.” Malik said. “Don’t worry. We’ll find him.”

  John walked up to Andrew with two men.

  “We heard a young man is missing. We’re from the gas station around the back. About fifteen minutes ago, we saw three guys walk toward a black van that was parked behind your building. Two were tall and heavy built, wearing masks. They held a third guy between them. He was smaller and younger. The two guys kept glancing around. And it looked like they were dragging the younger guy. Then they pushed him into the van and pulled out, flooring it.” One of the men said.

  “I got a part of a license number and wrote it down,” the other man said and handed him a note with the numbers.

  “Thanks.” He sent a text to Niko and updated him with the information. “John, can you give these men a drink for their help?” Andrew asked.

  “Sure. Please follow me, gentlemen.”

  “What if something happens to Jesse?” Charlie asked, wiping his tears.

  “Don’t worry, Charlie. We’ll find him,” Andrew said.

  “Are those Jesse’s boots?” Charlie asked.

  “Yes. Malik found them at the back.”

  “He’d sent me a text and told me about his matching leathers and boots. He was really excited about tonight. I know he’d never throw them away and go barefoot.”

  “That sounds like Jesse. He was really happy to wear them. And you’re right. Jesse wouldn’t have left them.” His phone buzzed with an incoming message.