Making His Stand

by Thianna Durston

  “How was spring break?” he asked as he put Ryan back on his feet.

  “Boring,” Ryan said with a roll of his eyes. “Once you’ve gotten involved with kink, a vacation where all anyone wants to do is get drunk and throw up is not fun at all. Luke seemed to enjoy himself, though.” His eyes flashed to James. “Hi. I’m Ryan.” He held out his hand.

  “James,” James said quietly. “And this is Zippo.”

  Ryan looked at the little dog and grinned. “Well, aren’t you a cutie.” He scratched Zippo’s ears and turned back to Alec. “Anyway. I’m home and Kendrick brought me up to speed on what’s going on. Have time this week? I’ve got an idea for a small booth for myself. It will only be open a few hours a day. I loved doing food delivery last year and am going to do it this year too. But I thought this idea would be kind of fun and Kendrick thought it was a great idea. I wanted your input as well.” His enthusiasm made Alec grin.

  “Tell me all about it. I’m just showing James the dungeons. James, Ryan is the guy I told you about who’s just learning himself. Ryan, James is totally new at the lifestyle. He’s my sub.”

  Ryan beamed. “Awesome. Alec’s a great guy and has a fantastic rep as a Dom. It’s kind of scary at first, but you’re gonna love it.”

  The three of them walked toward the second dungeon and Alec could feel James relax as Ryan chatted. “So what’s your idea?” James asked when they were halfway there.

  “Well…” Ryan turned slightly pink. “You know how at fairs they have kissing booths? I was thinking of a spanking booth. A buck a spank or something.”

  “That’s a good idea,” Alec said, liking the younger man’s pluck. “It will help fine tune your art. Speaking of which, have you been practicing?” Ryan mostly did his college work online and had learned several skills under Kendrick’s tutelage the previous fall, but he’d stayed on campus for winter term.

  “I have. My pillow took a beating this winter.”

  James snickered and Ryan turned toward him. “I know, right? Anywhere else, that would sound really weird. So what are you into?”

  Blanching, James turned toward Alec.

  “He’s really new, Ryan. He just filled out his first limits list this morning.”

  “Oh. Don’t mind me. I’m really new to this stuff too. It’s exciting and scary, isn’t it?”

  “I’m still trying to figure out why it interests me,” James admitted.

  Ryan put an arm around his shoulders and leaned in conspiratorially. “My suggestion is to not. Who cares why we like things a little differently? We live in a safe environment where we can indulge and nobody will say anything as long as it’s consensual. Just enjoy the ride. And from what I’ve heard, you’re a lucky man.” He nudged him. “Alec had subs begging him for scenes last year.”

  The second dungeon was chopped up into smaller spaces. “What are they all for?” Ryan asked as they walked through each room.

  There were no signs but from the equipment, Alec could name most of them. “That’s a room for littles. That one’s a school scene. Medical play. Office. Time out.” He chuckled on that one. “Now I get why this dungeon’s called The Playroom. Each room is for a specified kind of play.” The rooms were large enough they could hold several scenes at the same time. “Ah, James, this one might interest you. It’s for pet play.”

  The floor was covered with fake grass and there were shelves filled with leashes, collars, and ears of many variations.

  “No balls to fetch?” Ryan asked as he looked around.

  “Too unsanitary,” Alec assumed. “The Doms will need to bring or buy them at a stand if they want their pet to carry something in their mouth.”

  Seeing James’s interest in something, Alec walked over and stood next to him. There was a picture on the wall of a man dressed in breeches and a waistcoat talking to another man dressed in the same kind of clothing. From each of their hands was a leash that led to a human puppy at their sides. Each puppy had a full canine mask and a tail.

  “What do you think?” he asked and rubbed lightly along James’s back.

  “I want to try it.”

  “Good boy.” James leaned into his touch. He wondered if James had ever been acknowledged for anything besides his math skills. No wonder he adored Kendrick and Alec. They always let him know how good he was doing and how much they appreciated him.

  “Alec?” Alec and James left the room and followed Ryan’s voice where he stood in a room filled with large firm rubber bubbles. “What’s this for?”

  “I have absolutely no idea.”

  “They kind of look like those toys kids bounce on,” James said. He grabbed one and turned it around. All three saw the same thing at the same time. Ryan snorted, Alec barked a laugh, and James’s mouth fell open. Each ball had a handle and a cock.

  “Talk about a bouncy ball,” Ryan said with a laugh. “Wow. Some subs are going to have fun in here.”

  Alec leaned in and whispered to James. “I think I should get one and you can play on it. Just imagine sliding your ass down that shaft and bouncing on it over and over.” As expected, James fidgeted, no doubt his cock making things very uncomfortable. And yet he didn’t try to shift himself. He was going to get a nice reward once they got home.

  “So you’re into spanking?” James asked Ryan, his voice only slightly off. Alec wrapped his hand around James’s ass, sliding his fingers between his cheeks to press against his hole.

  “I am. It’s just one of the kinks I’m interested in, though. This summer I’m going to learn shibari and I’m excited about that.”

  “Who are you learning from?” Alec asked.

  “Father Mark.”

  Alec nodded while James gawked. “Another religious leader who’s into kink?”

  Ryan shook his head. “No, that’s just the name he goes by in the kink world. He’s heavily into religious kink. In fact, he’s heading up one of the stages this year. The Altar.” He paused and then asked, “What do you mean another religious leader?”

  “He met Aaron Adelman today.”

  “Oh.” Ryan nodded. “Aaron’s cool. He and I met up for coffee a couple times when he came to work at the Olympic Medical Center.”

  “He’s a doctor too?” James now looked thoroughly confused.

  “No,” Alec said and took his hand. “To supplement his income, during the non-Faire months, Aaron works four days a week at the hospital as a lab tech. I know Dallas was considering using his skills for the medical side of the township. The problem is that we just don’t have enough people to support the wage he needs.”

  “Ryan!” The yell came from outside the building and Ryan turned toward it.

  “That’s Dad. I’ve gotta go. James, how about getting together for lunch sometime this week? I’d love to talk to someone who’s just starting out.”

  “That sounds great. I work at the office so just come by and let me know when.”

  “Awesome.” Ryan waved and jogged out of the dungeon.

  “I like him,” James said. “But he has a lot of energy.”

  “Yes he does,” Alec agreed and turned their bodies so he could pull James up against him and grind their cocks together.

  “Oh,” James said on a whimper as his eyes rolled up.

  “That’s right, boy. You’ve done well today. You were brave enough to be honest about your list and you’ve kept your hands away from your dick. Let’s go back to my place so I can fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.” Alec took Zippo from James’s grasp and led him out of the dungeon.

  Chapter Eighteen

  It was with a mixture of excitement and discomfort that James walked beside Alec. He was very excited for what was coming, but his dick constantly rubbing against his zipper was uncomfortable.

  Considering Alec made him orgasm just an hour ago, it was surprising how hard he became from looking through the dungeons. All those toys and ideas and… Okay, so those bouncy ball things looked amazing. He wanted to try one. He also wanted to do pu
ppy play. That mask had made those people look like dogs. Why he found that thrilling, he had no idea. James was trying not to be worried he was a pervert in a bad way. After all, both Kendrick and Alec were good guys and they were into this kind of stuff. So he couldn’t be all bad. Could he?

  A squeeze of his hand drew him out of his head and he looked over at Alec who had an amused expression on his face. “What are you thinking, James? Your emotions are all over the place.”

  Honesty. Everything he’d read about BDSM said honesty was the key. Even though he was nervous as hell, he opened his mouth and let it all pour out. “I’m worried because… I’m afraid I’m bad because of all the things I’m interested in trying. But then I think of you and Kendrick and you aren’t bad and I know you’re into kinky stuff, even more than I’m interested in. And I really liked that full face mask on the puppy picture. And,” he forced out, “I really, really liked it when you called me boy.”

  Alec stopped them and turned toward him. His hazel eyes were incredibly kind. “No, you’re not bad. I think you’re amazing. Yes, I’ll get you a full puppy mask to try.” He smiled. “James, you have no idea how happy I am with all the things you want to try. It’s fantastic and you should be proud of yourself for being so open about your interests.” He pressed his warm lips to James’s. It wasn’t passionate, but the softness of it was almost as overwhelming as the ardent ones. When he pulled back, they started off again. “I’m putting this out there, because I want you to keep it in mind over the next couple months.

  “BDSM relationships are as varied as the people in them. Labels are just labels. What Master means to one, may mean something completely different to another. In the past, when I was training boys with no intention of taking them on as my own, I had them call me Sir. It was a simple way for us to settle into our roles. But I’m planning, and I hope you are too, that this relationship will be both in a BDSM and D/s context, and also as lovers. As such, I want you to consider how you would like to refer to me in scene. A way to help you settle into your submissive headspace. Like I said, I want you to take your time. By the time the Faire begins, we should have that down, but that gives you two months.”

  “What kind of titles are there?”

  “There are tons—basically anything one can think of. But some of the more common are Master, Sir, Lord, or Daddy.”

  “Daddy?” James asked in surprise. “Isn’t that kind of—”

  “No,” Alec said quickly. “This is not about pedophilia or incest. A Daddy Dom is a Dom who acts in several possible roles. Father figure, confessor, guide, teacher, and possibly lover, though not all Daddy Doms do sexual relationships. The term Daddy is just a label like others. Many times a Daddy Dom will encourage his charge to brat it up a bit, to act out the childhood he never had.” He rubbed his thumb across James’s lips. “James, did you play as a boy?”

  Confused at the change in conversation, he shrugged. “I spent my time with my books and my calculator.”

  A wry smile crossed Alec’s mouth. “I’ll need to make time for you to have fun, boy. But as I was saying, every word is just a label. So two Doms might be similar, but one is called Master by his subs and the other is called Daddy or Sir by his. It means nothing more than the emphasis they give it.” He paused and added, “I would prefer whatever word you choose to be other than Sir. I expect that from other subs, but would prefer a term that is solely from you to me. One that shows how you feel about me. Understood?”

  James nodded, slightly overwhelmed. He needed to figure out how to refer to Alec. He had the feeling Slate would be a good source of information. Perhaps Ryan too. “Yes. I think so. I’m glad I’ve got time as I need to figure it out.” Creating a title for Alec was important and he wanted it to be the right one. “Until then, what shall I refer to you as?”

  “At times like this, by Alec. In scene? Until you’ve figured things out, you can use Sir.”

  He would figure out as quickly as he could. James didn’t want Alec ever confusing him with those other subs. As they stepped onto the gravel lane that would take them to Alec’s cabin, an unsettling question filled his mind. Just how many subs had there been?

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Holy shit, boy,” Alec groaned as he sunk into James’s ass. “Tomorrow we’ll start your training. Today I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life.”

  He was thrilled at how kinky James was and the fact he was open to so many fetishes. Of course, the more he learned about his sexuality, the more those would change. And Alec felt a need to be with him through each of those. How had the man come to mean something to him so fast?

  “Please,” James moaned as he arched his back. When he did that, he reminded Alec of a cat.

  Placing his hand on James’s upper back, he pressed him down into the cushions of the sofa which pressed his ass up over the arm, giving Alec the ability to penetrate deeper. He pulled out and slammed all the way in, groaning at the wonderful sound as the slap of their skin coming together ricocheted around the room. He looked at James’s asshole, extended around his cock, and pleasure filled him. That was his for the foreseeable future and he planned to use it in all sorts of dirty ways.

  Rimming. Figging. Fisting… As all the ways he could use James’s hole filled his head, an animalistic need to claim came over him and he pounded into James’s ass, holding nothing back.

  Loud cries and shouts left James’s lips, every one of them filled with a mix of pleasure and surprise.

  He grasped his hips and hammered into him, wanting nothing more than for James to feel this for days, to remember him fucking him whenever he moved. It would take a few weeks for him to begin to understand his submission or what Alec’s ownership meant, but this would give him a taste of what was to come.

  “Please, Alec,” James gasped out. “Close.”

  “Try and hold back,” Alec said through clenched teeth, holding his own orgasm back with the need to fuck James for as long as he could.

  Considering he had practically no experience, James did an admirable job of holding back. He lasted through two more thrusts before he came with an agonizing series of yelps, coating the sofa with his cum while he clenched around Alec’s cock so hard he sent him into his orgasm.

  Pants filled the air and Alec leaned over James’s back, letting him feel his weight. “I love your ass, boy,” he said.

  James let out a soft sigh. “I always hoped sex would be good. I had no idea it would be this fantastic.”

  “And you haven’t felt anything yet.” Alec pulled out and yanked off the condom, depositing it in a garbage can. “Don’t move.” He stepped back and just watched. While Alec enjoyed the scene in front of him, mainly he wondered how long it would be before James realized he was staring at his tiny hole.

  It took only a minute before James tensed and slowly looked over his shoulder. “What?” he asked with wide eyes.

  Alec grinned. “Get used to it, James. A Dom loves to look at his boy. I plan to look as often as I can.”

  With a groan, James buried his face in the cushions.

  Laughing, Alec smacked his ass. “Come on. Stand up so we can make lunch and take Zippo for a walk. Then I plan to fuck you into the mattress at least two more times.”

  “Holy shit,” James moaned as he pulled him to his feet. “Where do you get the oomph? I thought men as they got older were supposed to lose the ability to get an erection.” He grimaced and squeezed his buttocks together.

  “You know what they say about muscles. If you don’t use it, you lose it,” Alec teased. “I use it.” He pulled James back against his chest and nipped at his earlobe. “It’s part of my fitness routine, boy. This cock is going to be as usable to me in twenty years as it is today if I have a say about it.” He wrapped his palm around James’s limp shaft. “I’m going to build up some exercises for you too. Time to get this boy in shape. I plan to play with him often.”

  Chapter Twenty

  James waved toward Ryan as he step
ped into the cafeteria. The younger man had come in first thing that morning to see if he wanted to do lunch. He pointed at the food window and Ryan nodded. He already had a tray in front of him.

  “Hey,” James said as he stepped up to the window. He felt like he was walking bowlegged. Alec fucked the hell out of him the afternoon and evening before and he loved it. It was going to take a few days for his body to get used to having sex. Damn it felt good. And oh how it ached afterward.

  Slate cocked a brow and grinned wickedly. “Someone got fucked last night.”

  “Shush.” Heat flooded his cheeks and Slate laughed.

  “Okay, I won’t tease you about it right now. I’m just jealous. With Alec and you being a couple, I don’t have anyone to plow my ass.” Slate gave an abundant sigh. “Thankfully Dallas is coming back into town this week. I’ve never played with him but I bet he can fuck like crazy. So what’ll I get you? Besides an ice pack,” he added with a grin.

  “Fuck off,” James said good-naturedly making Slate laugh. “Zippo and I will have…” He glanced at the board listing the two available lunches. “Chicken and fries. I haven’t had that in a while.”

  Slate got his plate and put a glass of lemonade on his tray. “Hey. Don’t know what your and Alec’s plans are, but want to come over to my place Wednesday night? I’ve pretty much decided what my offerings will be for the summer. The basics anyway. I’m going to be baking all day and am inviting everyone over to taste test.”

  “Yum. I’ll have to talk to Alec, but as long as he didn’t make other plans—and considering it’s your food he might break them anyway—plan on it.”

  Slate turned to the person behind James and he walked over to Ryan’s table. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” Ryan said with a grin. “Hope this wasn’t too fast in the get to know you thing. But I remember what things were like for me when I first started learning and while I’m no longer a newbie, I think I’m just one step above.”