Out of the Ashes (Trust Book 2)

by A M Raulerson

  In a way it was vague, but if you listened to exactly what we were looking for? I knew it wouldn't be easy, but knowing what to watch out for helped. I didn’t have a degree in Behavioral Science, but I had been a cop for a very long time. Behavior and mannerism would help me a little more than a degree right this minute.

  I called Wyatt, a friend who was a bouncer at a club I frequent. He was a good guy, and he’d agreed to watch over the sub at the house. It’s not like we could just lock Octavius up and leave him there. I let him know some of what was going on, and that he needed to be careful of this sub, and possibly Rogue or someone else coming to the house. This Circle was dangerous and unpredictable. I let him know we were leaving and would be home soon. I had no idea if these people would try anything at the house, but better safe than sorry.

  As I walked Alexi towards the exit from the police department I thought about Rogue, still crouched behind that bush. He’d stayed there all day, his dedication was admirable, I supposed, but now I wanted to have a little fun at his expense.

  Walking towards the bushes I felt Alexi get a bit startled when he realized I wanted to go towards them and not the car.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea? You’ve already pissed him off at the club.”

  “Boy, are we in the building? Are we on the clock?”

  “No Patron, we are not on duty or the clock. I’m sorry, Patron.”

  “Good Boy. I will not warn you again. Do not make me punish you.”

  “No Patron.”

  His quick obedience to my commands made my cock jump in my pants I just hoped my growing hard on wasn’t visible, and I adjusted it quickly. I continued to push Alexi towards the bushes and felt a tremor. Looking at Alexi’s face I could see that he was trying to control his laughter. A quick pinch to his ass caused him to jump, but the mirth on his face was gone.

  “What do we have here? These poor bushes are so scraggly. Someone should really do something about that. I mean, you can see everything on the other side with no problem. The cops manning the security cameras, pointed right here, can see everything from the front door all the way to the band shell. Yes they can see everything.

  “Let's go home Boy. You earned your punishment for correcting me earlier. I have a whip just calling your name.”

  “Yes Patron.”

  We made it all the way to the car and out of the parking lot before we started laughing. We had never looked directly at Rogue, but he knew exactly what I‘d been saying. The little fucker had one more thing to hate me for.

  “Patron… do you think that he might be the killer? I know the chances are very small that he could be the one, but he could be playing us. His incompetence might be a mask to the world. It’s hard to think it’s him, but that might be his point.”

  “That he could be thinking what idiots we are to fall for it, and how much of a genius he is because his plan is working? That’s something to think about. I wouldn’t have even thought of that.”

  “You would have sooner or later. You’re not the type to leave any stones unturned. I don’t want to think he’s that smart. It just drills into me, the fact that you never really know what a person is like, what they really are.” I watched a shudder run through my Boy’s body.

  It was a thought I’ve had on many occasions as a cop. You never did know what a person was capable of. Maybe it was the cynicism that all cops get after a while, but we see the dregs of humanity on a daily basis. Some could be saved, taught a lesson and go on to live a productive life. Some would go in and out of jails or prisons the rest of their lives. Drugs and alcohol the biggest contributors to that never ending circle. Then, there were those who just seemed to be born bad. Never even having had a chance at normal, no matter how they were raised.

  As we pulled up to the house I quickly went over the plan. Today we would focus on the play piercing, training the skin of Alexi’s back just enough for effect. Because he had never done this, it wasn’t enough time to truly suspend him just from the hooks. The brunt of his weight would be carried by the ropes binding him. We would work on the same things with the new sub, but his position at the base facing upwards would only be rope binding. I needed to bind him and make sure he wasn’t going to fight it. Now that he was off the drugs there was no telling what he would want, or what he could handle.

  Walking into the house we met with Wyatt, who was walking down the stairs.

  “Not a peep. If you hadn’t assured me someone was in there you could have fooled me. I did as you told me, placing the food tray and two bottles of water on the floor just inside the door. Went back and got it an hour after I put it down. Very little was eaten, but each time both bottles were empty.”

  “Thanks Wyatt, I really appreciate it on such short notice. I just couldn’t leave him unattended. I owe you one.”

  Clapping hands together and giving him a man hug Wyatt went out the door and we went up the stairs. Standing in front of the door I wondered what exactly I was going to say to the man. Best to find out how he was and go from there. Turning to Alexi I told him to stay outside and out of sight before unlocking the door.

  When I walked into the room the first thing I noticed was that all the bedding had been removed from the bed, following the trail that dragged across the room to the closet. Not knowing what exactly was going on, I opened the closet door. There on the closet floor, with all the bedding piled under him was Octavius LeBraun. Looking at him looking at me for a moment I tried to find something to say.

  “What are you doing in the closet?” I remembered to add a little extra bite to my voice.

  “The room was too big, I was told to sleep in the bed, but I brought the bedding in here where it’s smaller. I’m sorry, I was not given a cage and Master says I have to live in a cage, and this was as close to my cage as I could get without my cage…”

  “Why didn’t you eat the food I had served to you? Are you ungrateful? Is that what all this is?”

  “Master only lets me have a small amount of food. He will weigh me on my return, and if I weigh to much… I don’t want that Sir. I was not being ungrateful, Sir.”

  “Well, come on. Follow me and be quick about it. We have a lot to do, and I have questions.”

  As much as I wanted to go and make the obviously hungry man a sandwich I couldn’t. For his protection and ours. So Patron would be hard tonight. Not my favorite role, but it’s not like I couldn’t handle it. I would push him to find out if he would break while bound, never a good experience for the sub or the Dom.

  We walked into the playroom and as expected my Boy was standing naked, feet apart, arms behind his head, shoulders back and eyes down.

  I snapped my fingers at this new untried sub.

  “First position. Now Dirt, what is wrong with you? Do I need to punish you? Because I will enjoy the hell out of it, but you won’t.”

  “I… I don’t know what you mean Sir. I’m not trying to earn punishment Sir. I just don’t know what first position is.”

  I watched him quiver and hated my job for just a minute before snapping out of it. Groaning I tipped my head as far back as it would go, hands on my hips.

  “You don’t know your positions? What did this supposed Dom teach you then? I have to start from scratch and they want me to do this by tomorrow. Why did I ever agree to this?

  Do you see my Boy? Stand right by him, but do not touch what is mine without my permission. Do you understand me Dirt? Stand next to him, copy his position and posture. I do not want to hear anything from you unless I ask you a direct question. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

  “Good. Then do it, Dirt.”

  I still couldn’t get a read on the guy, couldn’t tell if he was all here. His eyes were clearer, but they still seemed to have a thousand yard stare thing going on. That could be on purpose too, and I had to take that into consideration.

  Rogue seemed to have given him up rather quickly, there was no telling what he’d told him be
fore bringing him out to me. I couldn’t underestimate the guy, he may have been a willing participant, which made this situation all the more precarious. This situation had so many unknown variables, but I knew I had to go forward and hope for the best.

  Watching as the sub got into position next to my Boy didn’t please me at all. I wanted out of this, but that wasn’t happening until we took down, not just the Osiris Circle, but the murderer in their midst.

  “Back straight, chest out Dirt. Do you know why I call you Dirt? I call you what you are to me, dirt beneath my feet. You must prove yourself worthy of a name like my Boy. You haven’t given me any reason to think you deserve a name Dirt. Are you going to disobey me Dirt? Or are you going to show me, obey me, and earn a name?”

  I watched as confusion crossed his face. He nodded half heartedly and I didn’t know if this was real confusion or false. I was starting to think it was an act. I was seeing bits of temper flash in his eyes. It was one of the reasons I was calling him Dirt. To see if he had anymore tells, like in poker. The face and body could give me all sorts of tells if I just paid attention, but his were in his eyes. He couldn’t hide the flash of temper in his eyes at the derogatory name. He really didn’t like it, at all!

  Chuckling I stood in front of him, looking him up and down with a sneer. I caressed my Boys face, and then quickly slapped his flank.

  “My Boy here has earned his name, haven’t you Boy?”

  “Yes Patron. Thank you Patron.”

  “What has he done that is forbidden Boy? Tell him what transgression he will be punished for.”

  “He did not answer you Patron. You asked him a question and he nodded his head. When you ask a question it must be answered aloud Patron.”

  “What is the punishment for this transgression Boy?”

  We’d discussed types of punishments before we came in. It would vary depending on what information I could get from his words, and his behavioral tells. Lifting my Boy’s face I looked him in the eye and smiled. My tell to him that this would be a real punishment, that I thought this was something hinky and I wouldn’t hold back… much.

  “The cage, Patron.”

  Slapping down quickly on his flank again I saw a small jump from Dirt. He probably thought the cage mentioned would be a dog cage, something he was more than used to. We were purposely misleading him though, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I wasn’t going to be using that type tonight. He might think that he was good, that we hadn’t figured him out, but he would be very unhappy by the end of the night.

  “Yes Boy. Tonight will be… uncomfortable for Dirt won’t it?

  “Yes Patron.”

  You could hear the release of tension from my Boy, as he relaxed a bit. Probably thinking he was glad it wasn’t him going in the cage.

  “Don’t you worry Boy. You're Patron has more than enough to take care of you too.”

  Slapping down on his chest and leaving a bright red handprint across his right pec. I chuckled again as I went to my armoire. Tonight was about possibilities for the performance tomorrow, but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t enjoy ourselves. Well my Boy and I would anyway. Dirt would come to realize that frustration sucked, and his attitude would decide whether I let him cum at all.

  Grabbing a locking cock cage, a standard set of leather restraints, and a ball gag I went back to the party. I’d set up all the linen ropes and piercing supplies this morning, but bringing them out especially for him made it a punishment that he could see. He would know he’d messed up the program now.

  “Since you cannot properly respond to my questions I will take away your ability to say anything for the time being. I do not like to be disrespected Dirt. I will not stand for it, and now you will learn that.”

  Placing him in the restraints first, I wondered if he would fight. Bringing his wrists down and locking them together behind his back, I was mildly surprised that he didn’t. Well, there had been a little extra resistance in his arms, but not much. Picking up the cage I waved it in front of his face for a moment.

  “One of my favorite little items. You will regret your choice Dirt.”

  Locking his cock away in the cage I looked up through my eyelashes and saw the most blatant anger I’d seen yet. He didn’t know I’d seen it, but I had. Oh yeah this guy was a plant. Rogue thought that we would make a misstep, somehow show our hand to his lackey. He should have sent someone better.

  Standing up I got right up in Dirt’s face. Every word I spoke he would be able to feel across his skin. So close I could see the fear he was trying so hard to control. He was trying to get that distant stare back, it was a battle he was losing though.

  “Oh! Dirt, you don’t like me in your face? You don’t want me to touch you? I don’t give a fuck! Open your mouth.”

  Barking the order I wondered if he would comply, and was rather glad when he didn’t. I chuckled and smiled my most vicious smile.

  “Dirt, it seems to me that you think you have a choice. I know that your Dom controls you though drugs, but I assure you I have no need for them. You will open your mouth now, or you will pay for it. Do you hear me Dirt?”

  His mouth slowly opened, my growl apparently enough to make him realize it was in his best interests to obey. Forcing the ball gag into his mouth before he’d opened all the way I locked it behind his head, making sure it was tight and would be as uncomfortable as I could make it. Did this guy think he was going to get one over on us? That wasn’t going to happen.

  “See, the more you fight me, the more I want to make you come to heel, Dirt. You think your defiance will make me want to stop? No, let me tell you now, the more you fight the more pleasure I will feel when you finally realize that I am the one who controls your every move. You are mine until I hand you back to that want to be Dom. Once you bow to me, you will know what a True Dom is.”

  I could see his cock already twitching in its cage. Already starting to try and get hard, but the cage wouldn’t let it. Apparently he liked this, but he wouldn’t feel that way for too long. I slapped his caged cock, laughing when it bounced up and hit Dirt’s abdomen.

  “Now that that is taken care of, we’ll see if you can behave properly. You see, I will have your obedience, you just have to decide to give it to me. That’s all I require and you will learn to obey me before the night is out.

  “We will need you to have a way to communicate. You will stomp your foot once for yes Dirt. You won’t be needing to say no, but if you do not move your foot when I ask a question… well let’s just see if you want to push things that far. I wouldn’t suggest it though. It isn’t fun, is it Boy?”

  “No Patron. It is not fun Patron.”

  The quiver in my Boys voice thrilled me, even though I knew it was partly made up for effect. I was so proud of the way he was handling this.

  “We will go over all the proper positions. Boy will show them to you twice, and you will learn them Dirt. I do not want to repeat this again. Is that understood?”

  I watched him fight with himself, but in the end he stomped his right foot. Smiling wickedly at him I let him know I’d seen the fight. His eyes were flashing anger, he wasn’t even trying to hide it now.

  “Oh we have a spirited one after all Boy. This should be fun. Second position Boy.”

  I slapped my Boy on the ass, hard, and they both jumped. My Boy dropped down to his knees, keeping his arms behind his head the whole time. My Boy was used to this.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Second position now Dirt.”

  He wasn’t as graceful as my Boy, but he made it to his knees.

  “Third position, you can’t do this position but you do have to learn it. Keep your knees apart, Dirt.”

  My Boy dropped his hands to his knees now, knees wide apart. I walked behind him and caressed his hair, but when I stepped behind Dirt I could see him become agitated. He didn’t like not being able to see me.

  “Fourth position Boy.”

  He really wouldn’t like this one, not with me st
anding this close to him. My Boy laid his upper body down, arms above his head, keeping his knees apart.

  “This position is also called the Submission pose Dirt. Can you guess why?”

  I waited for just a second, but when he didn’t thump his leg on the floor, I got right in his ear. I could practically feel the whine that came from my Boy as I whispered in Dirt’s ear.

  “You did not answer me Dirt. You will now find out why my Boy just whined in sympathy for you. Second position. Now.”

  I walked to the shelves in the walk in closet, grabbing a cane, a small power box, and a masturbation wand. I wasn’t entirely sure of his limits, but I didn’t doubt he had been through worse with Peter Pan his want to be Dom.