Open Mind: Kink Chronicles Book One

by David, Luna

  “This is just a regular spanking bench. And besides the St. Andrew’s Cross, probably the most used for scenes when I have house parties.”

  “House parties?” Jamie asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

  “Yes, more like BDSM house parties. It’s a safe place for Doms and subs to come and just socialize if that’s what they want. They also have free access to all of the equipment you see and a few private rooms for those who don’t like to be on full display.”

  Jamie nodded. “Yeah, okay. That’s…hot.”

  Ronan laughed. “I thought you’d like that part. I throw a few a year and invite friends. My next one won’t be until summertime though, so you’ll have to wait.”

  Ronan kissed and licked his ear lobe, then started to nibble on it. Jamie couldn’t help but push back into the hard body behind him. Wanting to be closer to Ronan was a near constant thing for him, but after looking, testing, and talking about each of the things in the room, Jamie was desperate.

  “This last bench is a spreader spanking bench. Do you know why a Dom would need his sub’s legs spread, Jamie?” Ronan’s husky voice and heated breath ghosted over Jamie’s ear, making him shiver.

  Jamie could guess the answer to that question but decided to play along like he couldn’t figure it out. He wanted to see what Ronan would do. Jamie was more than willing to test this one out.

  “No, Sir.”

  Ronan hummed, moving his hands to caress Jamie’s flat belly and the edge along his pants. “No idea?”

  “N...no, Sir.”

  “Okay.” Ronan walked them forward until Jamie was looking down at the black leather bench. His cock strained against the confines of his jeans. “Let’s test this one out.”

  Ronan guided him onto the bench. Once Jamie was draped over the bench, but not strapped down, he felt his belly quiver. Ronan stood silently behind him, running his hand down Jamie’s spine. When he tapped Jamie’s ass and said, “Stand up,” Jamie was confused.

  When Jamie stood, Ronan turned him toward him. “Can you take your pants and underwear off for me?”

  Jamie felt his answer to his core. He wanted this, had hoped, but to have it there in front of him took his breath away. Jamie nodded and reached for his pants without taking his eyes off Ronan.

  “No, Jamie,” Ronan said as he stopped Jamie’s hands. “I need your words.”

  “Yes, Sir. I can take them off for you.”

  “Thank you.”

  Letting go of Jamie’s hands, Ronan stepped back enough to give him space to undress. Jamie piled his pants, socks, and underwear on the floor next to the bench, then stood naked as Ronan looked him up and down. He didn’t speak for a few moments, and Jamie wanted to squirm.

  “You are beautiful, Jamie. Just…breathtaking.”

  Jamie smiled and felt the compliment down to his toes. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I’m not going to strap you down. We both agree, you’re not ready for that yet. But once you are back on the bench, I want your hands holding tight to the pegs. They’re there for that purpose, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jamie nodded.

  “I’m going to grab a few things out of the cabinet you see right there on the wall.” Ronan pointed to a dark wood cabinet that hung on the wall, nearly blending in, about five feet away. “I want you to kneel like I showed you before. This time, Jamie,” Ronan cupped his chin, softening his voice, “I want you to put your chin to your chest and close your eyes. Relax, okay?”

  “Yes, thank you, Sir.” Jamie knew Ronan was giving this to him to help him not get overwhelmed.

  “Of course.”

  Ronan walked away, and Jamie knelt like he’d been shown. Putting his chin to his chest, he let his eyes slip closed, and took a deep breath. In and out, over and over.

  He thought he’d be more nervous, but with Ronan, what they were doing felt right. Odd and weird in an oh-boy-that’s-a-new-feeling kind of way but…right. He trusted him, and Ronan returned that trust to Jamie. Each item he learned about that day, the way Ronan took the time to show him how each one worked and go at Jamie’s pace, was proof positive that the sub…in this case, Jamie…had the power. He may not be ready to be strapped down and spanked, but he trusted Ronan with what they’d agreed to do so far.

  Ronan walked back over and placed a few things on the table beside the spanking bench. Jamie recognized the bottle of lube and condom but not the other items.

  “I’m going to go over each toy, and you can tell me if it’s a hard no or if you’re willing to try it out. But first, I want to talk to you about safety. You must know I’m tested regularly, and it’s something that I insist with all the men I play with.”

  “I was tested a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since, but you can test me at work on Monday.” Jamie added quickly, “I’m also on PrEP. I have been for a few years.”

  Ronan’s smile was full of praise and affection. “Me too. I shouldn’t be surprised you’re so responsible in this area as well.”

  “I know you go bareback with your scene partners a lot, and since you’re a stickler for safety, it doesn’t surprise me you’re smart about your health, Sir.”

  “Okay, now that that’s cleared up…condoms until we get tested…let’s talk about the rest. These are sensory toys. The focus is on your senses like hot and cold or soft and scratchy.”

  Ronan picked up a metal thing that looked like a smaller version of a pizza cutter but with teeth. “This is a Wartenberg Wheel. It’s rolled over the skin and creates the feeling of sharp pricks. It can be painful to some. This one is a single row of spines. I have others that have anywhere from two to ten, but we’re starting small for you. Do you want to try this one?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Ronan nodded and set it aside, picking up the next toy. This one was also metal but shorter than the last one.

  “This is a rolling drum. Unlike the wheel, this has raised studs. On its own, it just causes a sensation similar to a massage but more intense.”

  Jamie nodded, and it went into the use pile. There was just one more toy. It was small and rubber and Jamie had a feeling it was meant to be used on his cock. He shivered.

  “This is a sleeve for your cock. The little side pocket has a vibrator in it that I’ll have control over through this remote. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Ronan set the last toy down and stepped close to Jamie. “Stand up.”

  He placed his hands on Jamie’s hips, spreading his fingers and squeezing. “What color are you, boy?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  Then Ronan reached down, grabbing Jamie’s cock. Jamie gasped. He’d been half hard throughout the show-and-tell portion of the instruction because it was Ronan talking about using those things on him. But now, with Ronan’s warm hand wrapped around his shaft, it surged to life. Ronan stroked, not once looking away from Jamie.

  Jamie kept his hands to his sides, somehow knowing he shouldn’t touch Ronan. He was supposed to stand there and take the pleasure rolling through him for Ronan.

  When Jamie’s dick was dripping with precome, and he felt like a quivering mess, Ronan let go. He grabbed the lube, pouring some onto his hand and a little inside the rubber sleeve. Once he had tortured Jamie some more by coating his cock with lube, Ronan pushed the lubed sleeve down his cock. Jamie’s head tipped back as he moaned.

  With a kiss to the top of Jamie’s head, Ronan ordered him to climb on to the spanking bench.

  When he was fully on the bench, knees spread wide, ass high, and hands grasping the pegs, Jamie moaned. He could feel his hole exposed to Ronan. His dick was hard and throbbing in the sleeve. His balls were already drawn up tight.

  Then Jamie felt it. The vibration from the sleeve. It was low, like a hum, doing nothing more than making him even more aware of how hard he was.

  Ronan’s hand skimmed down his back then trailed a finger down his crack to push against his hole. Jamie’s cock twitched as he moaned. Ronan did it again
and again, starting from the top of Jamie’s back and ending with a tap or push against his rim.

  Then Jamie felt a whole different sensation. It was pressure, but good pressure, just like Ronan had said…a massage but more intense. The rolling drum. Ronan started in the same spot, at the top of Jamie’s back, rolling it down until he reached his tailbone. Again and again. It was pleasant and slow. It was like he was setting a rhythm as he alternated between the smoothness of his hand and the rough studs of the rolling drum. Jamie felt himself sinking onto the bench, his muscles relaxing bit by bit until he felt like a puddle of nothing.

  “That’s it. Just relax.”

  Jamie had no idea how long it went on when, suddenly, he felt a sharp, prickling sensation roll over his ass cheek. It wasn’t painful, or it shouldn’t have been. But, compared to the smooth pressure of the rolling drum, it was.

  “Deep breath, Jamie. That’s it. In and out. You can do this.”

  The vibration on his cock intensified, causing a moan to slip out of Jamie. Ronan’s hand was back on him, sliding up and down Jamie’s back while the pleasure of the vibration shot through him. When Ronan’s hand moved away, the vibration on his cock decreased again. Then the wheel was rolled over his ass cheek again. Jamie arched his back and moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain that was causing it.

  Ronan went back and forth. Smooth, relaxing sensations with a low hum of vibration alternated with the prick of pain from the wheel and the intense pulse of the vibrator on his cock. Soon, the sensations shooting through Jamie’s body were all he could think about. Thought beyond Ronan, and what he was causing Jamie’s body to feel, was impossible. Jamie was panting, his cock and balls throbbing and aching with the need to shoot.

  “Ronan!”

  “Shhh, Jamie. I’m here. What color are you?”

  Color? “Please.”

  “I know, boy. But you need to tell me what color you are.” Ronan was petting him even as the vibration stayed high and intense.

  Jamie opened his mouth to tell him, but all that came out was a moan. Panting, his forehead leaning on the leather in front of him, he took a deep breath and whispered, “Green, Sir.”

  “Good, Jamie. Good.”

  Ronan stopped touching him. As Jamie lay there, he was left with just the feeling of the sleeve wrapped tight around him, the vibration back on low, causing his balls to tingle.

  Then there was something wet and cold touching his rim. A new sensation, but this one he knew. Ronan had his fingers pushing against him and then inside of him, scissoring them to loosen his hole.

  “Oh god, yes.” Jamie needed Ronan inside him, wanted to feel him stretching him and fucking him.

  Ronan’s body covered his, his warmth blanketing Jamie made him whimper with need. “I’m going to taste you and devour you and fuck you.”

  Jamie felt the sheathed head of Ronan’s cock push, and he opened himself up as much he could, wanting Ronan inside him faster. He wanted to push back against Ronan, to have him sinking into his hole until their balls touched, but he knew Ronan was in control. Holding himself back wasn’t easy. Letting go for someone else to take him, to move him, wasn’t something Jamie was used to doing. But he wanted to try for himself and for Ronan.

  Jamie relaxed as much as his taut body would allow, accepting the slow push of Ronan’s hard dick as he entered him. Jamie moaned. It was better than the last time. It was perfect.

  “God, your hole feels good, boy. Wrapped so tight around me.” Ronan moaned, mouthing the side of Jamie’s neck as he pumped slowly in and out of him. Then Jamie felt the vibrator turn up. The squeeze around his cock, and the feel of Ronan inside of him, was becoming too much.

  “Please.”

  “Please what? You know I like when you beg me.”

  “Please, harder…Sir.” Jamie stuttered the words.

  Ronan moved his body up and away, no longer covering Jamie’s. He felt him pull out until his cockhead was stretching Jamie’s hole. It was a sensation bordering on pain and pleasure. Then Ronan slammed into him, over and over, hitting his prostate nearly every time.

  Jamie sobbed with pleasure when his orgasm hit. He felt it everywhere. He felt Ronan everywhere.

  He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally came back to himself. Ronan was panting and draped over him, murmuring words of comfort and praise.

  Jamie didn’t know what to think in that moment, but he knew he was more than happy to try whatever they just did again.

  And again.

  RONAN

  Ronan sat back in his chair, leaning his elbows on the armrests, and clasped his hands over his stomach. It was a couple of weeks after Ronan had showed Jamie the dungeon, and he and Jamie had made some decisions about how his play with others would go moving forward. Which was how he found himself with no Friday after-hours scenes but, instead, sitting across the table from a close friend.

  Ronan crossed his legs and watched as Tate mirrored his position with a smirk on his face. “All right, Ronan, spit it out. Why are we here? Not that I’m unhappy meeting you for lunch. It’s about time we got together. But you’re being very secretive, and your expression is far too serious for my liking.”

  He’d invited his friend and fellow Dom to lunch to discuss their arrangement, but they’d spent the lunch hour chatting and catching up. They rarely had the time during their scenes, and Tate and his submissive, Malakai, didn’t like munches or the parties Ronan occasionally held at his home.

  Ronan steepled his hands and smiled at his friend. “I’ve met someone.”

  Tate’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “You…the self-proclaimed forever-bachelor? Do tell!”

  Ronan smirked for a moment in response, but considering he was bearing what Tate might think of as bad news, it didn’t last long. That didn’t keep a self-deprecating laugh from escaping. “He’s my new nurse. Well, not that new. We’ve been working together for several months. But it’s gotten pretty serious.”

  Tate smiled. “It’s about time, man. Good for you. What’s he like?”

  Ronan brought a mental image of Jamie into his head and smiled. He was about to answer Tate when the man cut in, “Look at you! You’re practically glowing.” Tate sat forward. “Damn, Ronan, you’re besotted already. You should see the look on your face. Is it moving pretty fast?”

  “I don’t know. I guess people might see it that way, but it feels right. The only thing I’m the least bit uneasy about is his age. He’s only twenty-eight. For the most part, everything’s great. But, occasionally, there’s just this niggling little voice in the back of my head saying he’s just experimenting, and this isn’t as serious for him as it is for me.”

  Tate sat back again. “Ronan, you’re a really good judge of character. If you set aside his age and just go by his actions, do you think he’s right there with you? While twenty-eight is fairly young, twelve years of an age gap isn’t that big. Not to mention, if he works for you and you’re happy with his work that means he’s a damn good nurse. Being that good at your job when you’re that young shows a lot of maturity.”

  “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. His bedside manner is fantastic, and he’s organized and meticulous about his work. If he didn’t look so young and I didn’t know his age, I’d think he was in his mid-thirties.”

  Tate spread his hands out in a lazy shrug. “Well, there you go. Stop being so paranoid and enjoy this time with him. If you’re still worried, talk to him about it.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.” Ronan nodded.

  Tate grinned. “Is he submissive to you or have you wound up with a vanilla boy?”

  Ronan chuckled. “I’ve wound up with a vanilla boy who didn’t know anything about the lifestyle. When he discovered what kink cranked his engine, we started testing his boundaries. And to answer your question, yes, he’s submissive to me in bed.”

  They both chuckled, but Ronan’s expression quickly grew serious. “He’s still a bit uneasy with it all. Sometimes he gets this cu
te little wrinkle between his brows,” Ronan gestured to the spot, “when he’s thinking a bit too hard about how different his needs have become. But it usually goes away quickly when his desires flare, and he lets his body and mind work as one to make the choice he really wants.”

  “So, mind if I ask what cranks his engine?”

  Ronan met his eyes, expression serious, knowing they were finally getting to the reason they were meeting. “Voyeurism.”

  Tate’s eyebrows rose. “Really? And how did he realize this?”

  Ronan coughed back a laugh. “He came back to the office one Friday night when he left his phone there.”

  Ronan watched as Tate laughed so hard he clutched his stomach. “Oh shit, I can just imagine how shocked he must have been.”

  Ronan smiled a bit as Tate continued to laugh until Tate realized Ronan wasn’t laughing with him. Ronan let a beat pass while he gazed seriously at Tate. He saw the moment it clicked and nodded at Tate, and the man returned the gesture. “So, this is the reason for our discussion today, is it?”

  He steepled his fingers again. “It is.”

  “So, what is it, exactly, you’re gearing up to ask?”

  “I need to know if you and Kai are going to be all right if my boy watches our scenes going forward.”

  Tate did his best to hide the fact he was tensing up and gritting his teeth. Ronan hated that he was putting stress on his long-time friend. He watched as Tate took several deep breaths then shook his head. Ronan’s hopes fell when Tate finally responded, shaking his head again. “I don’t know, man. That’s a lot to ask of us. You know that.”

  Ronan nodded his understanding. “I do know. And I’m sorry to have to ask.”

  “I’d have to talk to Kai, and you know him well enough to know this will scare him and make him really uneasy.” Tate narrowed his eyes at Ronan, who braced for what he knew was coming. Tate’s voice took on a hard edge. “I don’t like scaring my boy and making him uncomfortable, Ronan.”

  Taking a deep breath, he responded, “I don’t either. You know how I feel about Kai. Christ, I treated him, Tate. You know how much I care about my patients, especially subs who have been mistreated. I’m not asking this lightly.”