Being Graves

by Drew Sera

  Being Graves

  A Club Irons Novel

  Drew Sera

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No person, brand or corporation mentioned in this book should be taken to have endorsed this book nor should the events surrounding them be considered in any way factual. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Warning

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language and disturbing scenes that may be difficult to read or considered offensive to some readers. This book contains abuse in the form of memories, nightmares and flashbacks. Please read with caution. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

  Disclaimer

  Please do not try any sexual practice, especially those that might be found within the scope of BDSM/Fetish kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.

  Copyright © 2018 by Drew Sera

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.

  Cover Design by © Krissi Kissain

  Interior Design by © Drew Sera

  Special thanks to Greg, Krissi, Ashton, my beta reader, the DARC Team, and the Wicked Wonders Street Team. Your support means everything.

  Contents

  Prologue: November 1996

  1. November 1996

  2. December 1996

  3. December 1996

  4. December 1996

  5. January 1997

  6. February 1997

  7. March 1997

  8. March 1997

  9. July 2000

  10. November 2000

  11. November 2000

  12. November 2000

  13. February 2001

  14. February 2001

  15. June 2002

  16. July 2002

  17. November 2002

  18. December 2002

  19. July 2003

  20. July 2003

  21. May 2005

  22. December 2005

  23. December 2005

  24. May 2006

  25. December 2006

  26. September 2007

  27. April 2008

  28. April 2008

  29. April 2008

  30. January 2013

  Epilogue Part I

  Epilogue Part II

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  Prologue: November 1996

  I hadn’t spoken to Lynn in a number of years, so when she called out of the blue, I was surprised. I was even more surprised to discover the reason for her call was regarding Anthony. Apparently, he’s been visiting a dungeon up in the Bay Area since last month, but for pain. Beating sessions.

  Lynn had actually watched a few of Anthony’s beating sessions and said that he was more aloof and disconnected during and after the beatings than she had ever seen him. She explained that even though the Top stayed around Anthony afterward, that little care could be provided.

  “You know how that young man is, Blake. No one gets too close to him. I tried for years while he was scening here regularly. All the girls loved him, but he wouldn’t look at them when they would blow him. Keith, the Top who handled the beatings, did the best he could with Anthony after those sessions; he tried to get Anthony to engage in some conversation. Anthony knew enough to make sure he was properly hydrated,” Lynn explained.

  That sure sounded like the Anthony I know. Very self-sufficient and distant.

  “Do you want me to have Keith give you a call, Blake?” Lynn asked me.

  “No, I appreciate the call, Lynn. Thank you.”

  I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair and thought.

  I knew Anthony’s motives and reasoning behind feeling like he needed a beating session. And that’s what bothers me so much about this. I don’t want him caught up in a bad mix of pain and violence. I don’t believe that he’s a masochist, but I believe he’s chasing feelings and emotions away with physical pain. It’s dangerous and I don’t think that he understands what he’s doing. But until he figures it out, I won’t minimize that “need” he thinks he has, but I won’t encourage it either.

  Anthony is so young, and I know he is struggling with the loss of his father. I need to step it up and help him before he gets hurt and in over his head. One thing that wasn’t sitting well with me was that he has had to have heard this from someone. Though he’s gaining experience at a rapid pace, this wouldn’t have been something that would have been lying out in Kink Magazine for him to wrap his mind around.

  No. Someone told him about this. And I had my suspicion as to who it was.

  This wasn’t a good thing for Anthony to be involved with. Though I knew why he was doing it, I needed to hear it from him.

  * * *

  I checked my watch as I approached Anthony’s door. I told him I’d be stopping by this evening. He opened the door and invited me in. Anthony is a tough guy to crack, but every wall has a weak point and a stress fracture.

  Once we were seated on his couch, I cut to the chase quickly.

  “I got a call this morning from an old friend of mine.”

  “Oh yeah?” Anthony asked.

  I nodded.

  “I think she knows you. Mistress Lynn.”

  Anthony nodded and looked down. When he sighed, I was pretty sure he knew what direction this conversation was going in.

  “Anthony, you’re at the beginning of a very dark road. It’s not a good path to be on. I think I know why you’re doing it, but I am going to do everything I can to discourage you from doing it.”

  He stood and began to pace the length of his living room while his hand rubbed on his chest.

  “Blake…it helps.”

  “It’s not. You might think it’s helping, but I promise you, it’s just numbing you.”

  “I don’t know how to explain any of it to you, Blake. It just helps.”

  “What is it helping you with?”

  “The fucking ache in my chest! It’s there when I go to bed and when I wake up. It feels like someone is sitting on my chest.”

  “Anthony, you’re grieving the loss of your father.” He shook his head at me. “Yes, Anthony. This is normal.”

  Something I said affected him, and he shut his eyes and looked away.

  “I miss him, Blake. I only got to spend a few years with him. My chest just hurts so much. The sessions were helping though. The pain goes away.”

  “Anthony, your brain was releasing a chemical and preventing you from aching. Once that chemical runs its course, you’re going to feel the same ache. This is something you can’t force. Time is the only thing that will heal this.”

  “But it was worth it not to feel this way even for a little while.”

  My heart went out to him. He didn’t know what to do with these feelings of his, and he was trying to prevent himself from having them. It doesn’t work like that. I don’t know what lies in his past with his mother and stepdad, but I have a feeling that he didn’t grow up in a very loving household.

  I don’t want him to seek the hands of strangers for this. I’ve given it some thought, and if he tells me again that he “needs” this, then I’ll tell him that I’ll do it. At least then I’d know he was safe. Bruised and sore, but safe. There is a huge difference there and I’m certain he wasn’t getting the care end of what was needed after those beatings in San Francisco.

  “Anthony, please promise me tha
t you’re going to stop these physical sessions. Promise me that if you feel like you absolutely need that, that you’ll come talk to me before you follow through with it.”

  He nodded.

  “I can do that. I promise.”

  “I need to ask you something else…where did you hear about physical pain sessions resolving emotional pain?”

  “Irons…Paul mentioned it to me after my dad died. I didn’t understand it, but was interested if something would take this pain away. I called a friend of mine in California and asked him to explain it to me.”

  I nodded at him. Paul; just as I suspected.

  Chapter One

  November 1996

  I was kind of a mess after Blake left. He had caught wind of what I was doing in California from the Domme who constantly undressed me with her eyes.

  Blake was right though; I didn’t need to be messing with this. It just leads to more problems and right now, I have enough on my plate.

  Some things Blake said tonight stuck out for me. Specifically, when he told me that what I was feeling was “normal.” My dad often said that to me, and I never believed him.

  Blake also mentioned something else that my dad said to me: something that I felt was helping, was actually numbing me. Granted, it was regarding the anti-anxiety medicine, but the same idea. Things that I thought were helping me were, in fact, doing the opposite.

  I also was thinking about all of the times that Blake had put his hand on my shoulder, just like my dad did when he was trying to calm me down.

  I was lucky enough to be mentored by Blake, and I think the universe was trying to tell me that I needed to pay attention to him. He’s all I have, and he seems to care.

  * * *

  Holidays and the days surrounding them were always big for attendance at Irons. You’d think people would be busy with family and shit, but the club was packed wall to wall. The day before Thanksgiving was no different. All of the dungeon stalls were full, and waiting lists had formed for the theme rooms.

  My balls needed emptying, and I was about to play in any space that I could locate. I had been watching Brittney all night. Even though the club was full, she hadn’t been selected to play with anyone yet. As all of the other girls were selected, I could see embarrassment begin to replace her hopeful smile as what the evening would hold.

  It’s the holidays, and every willing pussy deserves a little fun. I made my way over to her and watched a huge, wishful grin appear on her cute face.

  “Hey, Brittney. There aren’t any free stalls in the dungeon for a few hours or available private rooms, but if you’d like to play around a bit, I think you and I can have a little fun.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’d love that.”

  I had never played with Brittney before, but I know she loves anal and I had a naughty little idea in mind.

  “Kneel on the floor by the couch and finger yourself until I get back. Do not come, though. Just finger.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I went to the locker area and pulled out a few lengths of rope from my cabinet and then went to the toy shelf. I glanced around until I found an anal hook. Perfect. After Brittney and I went over her safe word, hard limits and anything else that I needed to know, I gave her quick instructions.

  “Up on the couch, Brittney. Head down, hands behind your back, ass up.”

  I pulled my shirt off, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans to free my erection. I purposely let my cock bump against her ass cheeks while I quickly bound her wrists at the small of her back. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the end table and dribbled it on her ass hole. She moaned as the liquid surrounded her hole. I lubed up the anal hook and teased her by pushing the bulbous hook end into her ass. I let it stretch her hole, which had her moaning until I finally gave in and let the thing disappear into her. Then I attached the other curved end between some of the rope and smacked her ass.

  “It’s going to be hard and fast, Brittney,” I warned.

  “Yes, Sir. I like hard.”

  I smirked. Brittney had no idea how hard and fast that I meant.

  I rolled a condom on, entered her slick pussy, and fucked her hard. I occasionally tugged on the rope because I knew it would tug on the anal toy buried in her ass. It took nearly no time at all to come, and after I pulled off the condom, she went to work cleaning the cum off my dick. It felt terrific, only she was also looking up at me while she licked me clean. I closed my eyes to escape her stare for a few minutes and enjoyed the feeling.

  Chapter Two

  December 1996

  I had prepped my area according to plan and stood back to look at it to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything. I had been spending some time watching Master Adam doing wax play for a while now. While wax isn’t a huge thing for me, it was still something I was interested in learning. I’ve been trying my hand at it here and there.

  Master Adam told me the most important thing when doing a wax scene is to be prepared for the unexpected. He said that burning candle wax isn’t a constant.

  “Playing with hot, liquid wax isn’t like playing with a crop. A crop is constant; it basically remains in the same shape and form. Liquid wax is an unknown, so always be prepared.”

  Blake helped me ensure that I thought of everything for my first wax scene tonight. I had everything in my head and just needed to execute it correctly.

  I had a flame-resistant cloth covering the table, a fire blanket next to the bucket filled with water and a cloth submerged in it, a putty knife to remove the wax and a special lotion for the girl afterward. I had a few different colored candles to work with and was going to attempt making a burst pattern on her back.

  For the past few weeks, I had been practicing at my house, paying close attention to how long it takes the candles to reach the melting point and how high I should hold the candle to create the pattern.

  I was ready and confident, and I knew that there were going to be a lot of members watching my scene tonight. Ashley walked into the dungeon stall and knelt next to my feet. I crouched down in front of her, and for once, I actually asked a sub to look at me. This had the potential to be dangerous, and I needed to make sure she was clear and ready.

  We went over the scene, safe word and I showed her all of the safety precautions I had in place. Blake and Master Adam both have said how important it is, especially in these kind of scenes, for a sub to feel safe and that all precautions were taken to ensure their safety. This wasn’t Ashley’s first wax scene, so she knew what to expect.

  After I applied some baby oil to her back, I guided her to lie down on her stomach. I already had some candles burning and picked up the red votive. Carefully, I poured the liquid wax onto Ashley’s back in the center. A nice red circular area appeared in wax form and would serve as the hottest point in my burst pattern. I poured the wax from a few orange votives around the red circle in the center and then grabbed the long red candles and dripped red wax on the orange wax.

  It was time to check in with her.

  “Doing ok, Ashley?” I asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I poured yellow wax in somewhat of a circle around the orange circle and then dripped orange wax over the yellow wax. My last color was the white candle, and I poured the white wax to the outside of the yellow wax, then dripped yellow wax over the white wax.

  Could the pattern look more uniformed? Probably, but I was very pleased with my first pattern.

  Many of the people who watched the scene came into the dungeon stall when I motioned that it was okay for those who wanted to get a closer look. Blake came in and was smiling at me, which made me smile. He came right over, clasped his hand down on my shoulder and shook me a little.

  I kept most of my focus on Ashley though and was on the lookout for any discomfort or for her to let me know when she was ready for it to come off. But occasionally I would glance at the people looking at her back. I heard a lot of complimentary things, and Adam came in and nodded at me.

  “Fantastic job,
Anthony. Love how you did the hottest color on the color wheel down to the coolest. It looks great.”

  “Thank you,” I said and then glanced at Blake. “What are you smiling about?”

  “I’m just really proud of you. Look at what you did, Anthony. You learned a new craft and your first scene with it has gone over really well.”

  I nodded and smiled. When I looked out over the crowd, Paul was standing there with his hands on his hips. He looked disgusted, and when our eyes connected, he began shaking his head. Fucking dick. I smiled at him and jerked my head upward at him, kind of telling him to fuck off, and then I looked away. Later when I glanced in that direction again, I noticed he was gone.

  After I cleaned Ashley up and had spent some time giving her some after care, I made my way to the bar and talked to some members as I went. Blake was beside me, and I still had my t-shirt draped over one shoulder when I ordered my Coke.

  I barely had caught my breath when a couple new members approached.

  “That was an amazing scene. May I ask where you get your candles for your wax scenes from?”

  “Blake has a catalog around here that has a bunch of equipment in it. I order them from there. Do you play with wax?” I asked the guy.

  “A little bit, though I will admit, the candles you were using looked great. They made that girl moan instead of scream. Sorry, man, let me introduce myself; I’m Colin.”