by Luna, David
He’d gone back to his office, sent an email to his boss, and headed home for the rest of the day, cancelling his last appointment. He’d slept the rest of the day and evening trying his best to ignore the panic building inside of him that his meds were no longer keeping the episodes at bay. But nothing was going to deter him from keeping his commitment to Braden so he’d forced himself to get up and eat something before getting ready for the party.
Knowing he couldn’t let the panic take over, he threw on a tight black t-shirt over his harness, figuring if he didn’t have the guts when it came down to it, he could take off the harness and just wear the shirt. Tossing on his hoodie, he made his way outside just in time for his ride. He put his buds in and sat back, ignoring his stress level increasing exponentially the closer he got to the club. Instead, he cast his mind back to their scene Sunday night, the moment he’d given himself over to Gideon and had been splayed wide on the man’s lap, at his mercy.
Gideon had used the remote to turn on the video. When Sebastian saw what came up on the huge flat screen TV that was mounted above the stone fireplace, his whole body went rigid. He’d signed the contract and knew it said that Gideon could tape their scenes as long as he didn’t share them, but he’d forgotten about it. He was about to turn away when he remembered Gideon’s order and he sighed, wanting more than anything not to have to look at himself.
He shivered when Gideon whispered in his ear. “Don’t look away, boy. Detach yourself from it for a minute and just look at your lines. Your arms, shackled to my headboard above your head, your long, slender back arched so perfectly for me. That perfect bubble butt raised up in the air, legs tucked under you and spread by the bar. Your pose is perfect and when I ask you to stay in position you can last for hours if I need you to.”
He shook his head and Gideon wrapped his arm around his chest and put his hand against his throat. That move never failed in jacking up his heart rate and yet making him feel so… owned, which strangely calmed him. And god, he wanted to be owned by the man.
“You’re fucking stunning. Look at you. All soft dewy skin, beautifully reddened by my tawse. You always take the pain I give you so well.”
Sebastian watched as Gideon, naked from the waist up, tawse in his hand, walked around to the other side of the bed. His lips were moving but Sebastian couldn’t hear it. He kneeled there beside Sebastian’s ass and Sebastian made a frustrated noise.
“What, Bastian?”
“I can’t hear it.”
Gideon had growled and turned on the volume. “That’s my good boy. Watch yourself, listen to us.”
Sebastian saw Gideon place his palm on his ass and squeeze. He heard him say, “Your ass is hot from my marks, boy.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but be turned on by watching his Dom in this way. Being able to see what Gideon did to him had his cock dripping. His Dom raised his hand and brought it down on his ass, his handprint left behind. Suddenly Gideon’s hand was on his cock, stroking it. He glanced down, but as soon as he did that, Gideon let go.
“Don’t look at your cock. Eyes on the TV.”
His head had shot up again and he watched and listened as his Dom reached between his legs, running his fingers over his hole, caressed over his sac and then grabbed hold of his leaking cock, and jacking it hard and fast a couple times.
He never knew what he looked like in submission. Honestly, he’d be happy to never have to look at himself, but being forced to, he had to admit the scene was hot. He heard his Dom speaking to him on the video and he saw his own body’s reaction, heard his whimpers. He was embarrassed by them. He’d never known what he sounded like.
He shook his head and when Gideon asked why, he whispered, “I didn’t know I made so much noise. It’s embarrassing. I sound feminine.”
Gideon paused the video and reached to get something beside him. Next thing Sebastian knew, he had a clothespin attached to each nipple and on his foreskin on the underside of his cock, and then another, and another for good measure. It hurt like a son of a bitch. He cried out, not having had that type of CBT before and not sure he ever wanted to feel it again.
Gideon’s low menacing tone, full of what Sebastian had assumed was disappointment, had his stomach dropping. “You don’t sound feminine. You sound like every gay man’s wet dream. You’re so vocal and so honest in your reactions. You don’t hold back and I know that every time I do something you love…or hate… I’ll be able to tell where you’re at in your head by the noises you make. It’s a turn-on.”
“It is?”
“Fuck yes, boy. I could come just from listening to you moan, whimper, and gasp. And fuck, the panting and the way your breath catches when I pound you gets me so hot, so fucking turned on. Listen to me when I start it up again. Every time I hear you react I respond to it. Whether it’s encouragement from me or a touch of my hands on you, or I touch myself. It’s one of the things that turns me on most about you. Never curb your reactions from me, it’s the biggest high I get from dominating you.”
Sebastian had been floored. He had no idea Gideon got that much from his reactions. The fact that he had that type of power had never even occurred to him. He always assumed the turn-on for Gideon was in the dominating, not in his sub’s reactions to being dominated. It flipped what he thought he knew about their dynamic on its head and he asked, “Can we watch more?”
“Yes.”
Gideon had pushed play and took the clothespins off his nipples and cock, painstakingly slowly. It was excruciating, but before he knew it, Gideon’s freshly slicked-up palm was gripping him and stroking him and he forgot all about the torture to his foreskin. Sure enough, every single time he whimpered, moaned, or said something to his Dom, the lust in Gideon’s body amped up. Without fail, when Sebastian let Gideon know what he was feeling with noises, Gideon reacted positively in some way. It was beautiful to watch, in a way.
“It’s like a dance.”
Gideon’s grip on his cock tightened and he gave him several tight strokes, amping up Sebastian’s arousal levels. He bit down on Sebastian’s earlobe and then licked it. “It is.”
“A give and take.”
“Yes. Tell me what else you see.”
Sebastian took a deep breath and watched, as Gideon took hold of the spreader bar and did some type of fancy maneuver which flipped him over onto his back. He got a look at his own face then, saw how flushed with arousal it was. Watched and tracked his video-self, watching his Dom unbuttoning his jeans and slowly taking his long, fat cock out and stroking it while his sub watched. He heard the desire in his own voice when he begged Gideon for a taste, when he pleaded with his Sir.
He was breathless when he said, “I sound so needy. You always make me a quivering needy mess.”
Gideon removed his hand from Sebastian’s cock. “Is that good or bad?”
Sebastian groaned when that hand went away. “Good, Sir. I’ve never reacted with anyone the way I react with you.”
Gideon had growled in his ear at the same time his video-self growled when he leaned over and shoved his cock in Sebastian’s mouth and held him there while Sebastian choked on it. He gripped Sebastian’s cock again and continued his mind-blowing ministrations. Sebastian’s eyes were drawn back to the video in time to watch as Gideon pushed on the backs of his thighs and rimmed him.
Gideon had squeezed his cock and played with his balls, alternating from soft to hard but keeping Sebastian on the knife’s edge of orgasm. Again, Gideon bit his earlobe and whispered, “This is my favorite part. Watch yourself closely and listen.”
Sebastian had quieted his breathing, needing desperately to know what he sounded like, what he looked like that made Gideon declare it his favorite part of the video. Sure enough, he watched as he threw back his head at Gideon’s rimming, arched his back, and panted. He moaned and thrashed around in his bindings and then slowly, quietly began to beg. “Please. Please. Please, Sir. I need… I need…”
His Dom had removed his tongue fro
m his hole, growling up at him, watching him between his barred legs. “What do you need, boy?”
His voice got louder, faster. “More. Please, more… Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh god, Sir. Oh fuck, so good. So good. Please don’t stop. Please…”
As Sebastian had watched himself lose all control in the video his cock wept onto his abdomen and he shivered when Gideon whispered, “I love it when you beg. Such a good boy for your Dom.” Fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “And you are my good boy, aren’t you?”
He couldn’t hold back a gasp, and a frantic nod, and now that he knew how much his Sir enjoyed it, he didn’t try. “Yes, Sir.”
“Keep watching.”
Sebastian had kept his gaze trained on himself on the TV, the discomfort of watching now set aside, he could see how open and honest his reactions were, how hedonistic he became under his Dom’s ministrations. As he watched, Gideon edged him near orgasm. If he said something negative, Gideon stopped. If he said something positive, Gideon gave him more of what he so desperately needed. His whole body was tense with a bone-deep desire to come.
His muscles, held tight, were shaking. Gideon had gripped his cock in one hand, jacking him off, and then reached under his sac with his other hand and prodded softly at his entrance. Sebastian pushed back against Gideon’s finger and at last he was inside, slowly sliding in deeper while his jacking became faster on Sebastian’s cock.
When they reached the video’s crescendo, Gideon had asked, “How do we look together, Bastian?”
He responded immediately without thinking, “Beautiful, Sir.”
“That’s right.” Gideon found his prostate, tapped his finger against it, and whispered, “Hold your breath for me.”
Sebastian groaned and then sucked in a breath. The hand that had been wrapped around his cock was unceremoniously clamped down over his mouth and partially over his nose, tilting his head back with its force. He could tell by the placement of Gideon’s fingers that if he needed a breath, he’d be able to pull one in through his nose. But he’d do just about anything not to have to do that.
Gideon’s finger nudged his prostate again and he bucked against it, wanting more. Pretty soon his hips were rolling, pumping into Gideon’s hand to feel more, while Gideon held his finger still. His prostate was pegged with every thrust of his hips and the hand over his mouth got tighter. He needed to come so badly it hurt. Holding it at bay by the skin of his teeth, he’d moaned behind Gideon’s still lubed fingers over his mouth. He bucked in Sir’s arms, needy for a breath, needy for an orgasm.
So. Fucking. Needy.
At the last moment, when he had thought he could take no more, he heard the growling order, “Come for me, boy,” and could do nothing but obey.
He didn’t think, he had just let go before Gideon was even done speaking. He hadn’t even realized nothing was touching his cock until he went to breathe in and realized Gideon’s hand was still over his mouth. Not able to wait, he breathed in through his nose, which had Gideon releasing his face as Sebastian shot rope after rope of cum against his stomach, chest, and neck. His breath had sawed in and out of him, and his body had shaken in the aftermath. He had vaguely heard the words, “My beautiful boy,” as his mind had drifted and he was floating. And when he’d finally come back into himself—
“Sir? Sir, we’re here.”
Sebastian started at the driver’s near shout and he apologized for having spaced out on the ride over. They finished their transaction and he stepped out of the car to stand in the line at the club’s door. The event had brought a big crowd and it took him a while to get inside. When the crowds were big, Khaleo had to individually scan people in by their personal QR codes. When it was his turn, Khaleo frowned at him.
“Master G didn’t tell me you were coming. Next time, come in the side entrance.” He hitched his thumb back toward a darkened hall behind him. “As his boy, you don’t need to wait, Sebastian.”
Feeling hot all over at the attention he was garnering from those still in the lobby entrance and those still behind him waiting to get coded in, he mumbled, “It’s fine. I’m happy to wait.”
Khaleo lifted a brow. “But Master G wouldn’t be happy.”
A stern voice behind him made him jump and he was nudged aside by what he assumed was a Dom, the move so unexpected he nearly fell and caught himself on the edge of the tall reception desk. “You’re keeping everyone waiting. Get a move on.”
Sebastian’s heart raced at the annoyed tone of the man’s voice and he muttered a quick “Thank you,” to Khaleo before he shuffled off towards the subs’ locker room. The challenging look on Khaleo’s face as he stared the dominating man down made him want to run in the opposite direction. And he wondered again at Khaleo’s status of sub versus Dom when he had the balls to talk down to the impatient man.
“You’re not permitted entry, Mr. Forrester. You were banned from Catharsis and any other fet clubs in the state. You’re the slimy bastard that brought a visitor that assaulted one of our subs. Kindly leave the premises before I’m forced to call the authorities.”
Sebastian heard the man bluster and begin a ranting list of threats as he ran the rest of the way to the locker room toilets, barely making it in time to lose the meager contents of his stomach. He flushed, put the seat back down and sat on it, head in his hands. He didn’t even get a good look at the man that had been behind him, but to know he was the one that had brought the visitor to the club that had assaulted him nearly stole Sebastian’s breath. And he had no doubts that’s exactly who the man was.
He had no idea how long he’d been there when he finally felt well enough to get up, rinse out his mouth, toss a mint in for good measure, and lock his belongings away, including his harness, which he’d had to get nearly completely undressed to remove. He no longer had an inkling of the energy to pretend he had the confidence to wear it without a shirt of some kind. Feeling cold and utterly exhausted, but knowing he had to get out there so Braden didn’t worry, he cast one more look in the mirror at his sallow reflection and shrugged as he headed for the door. It was fairly dark in the club, so he hoped it wouldn’t be noticeable.
He rounded the corner into the Tranquility Room and scanned the crowd. He figured he’d be looking for a while because of the amount of people there, but he saw Zavier immediately, as he was the tallest man there and was standing at the bar, Braden sitting on the barstool in front of him. He rounded the bar and headed towards them, grinning at the death glare Zavier sent a man that had the audacity to look at Braden. As he got closer, he saw that they both had the visitor cords on their wrists and that Braden was collared for the occasion.
He smiled to himself, knowing Braden never wore a collar and he’d be willing to bet Zavier was so protective of his boy that he wanted that extra layer of protection while they were at the club. He approached them, feeling suddenly nervous, and sat down next to Braden when the man Zavier had just given the death glare had quickly picked up his drink and left. When he realized Zavier might have wanted to take the seat, he stood again, eyes cast down. “I’m sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking. You can sit by your boy.”
He saw Zavier’s hand rise and that big paw, so reminiscent of his Dom’s, landed softly on his shoulder. “Look at me, Sebastian.”
When he did, he saw only kindness in Zavier’s eyes. He smiled shyly and said, “Hi, Sir,” and then glanced at Braden whose hair was up in some kind of sexy man bun thingie so that his collar was obvious to all onlookers. He gave him a smile. “Hi, Braden.”
Zavier squeezed his shoulder. “You don’t need to call me Sir. Please, call me Zavier. And have a seat.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sebastian blushed and looked down again, “I mean, Zavier.”
He sat next to Braden and they did a weird little side hug, but instead of it feeling awkward it felt good and they laughed away any discomfort. “Are you nervous? Do you like it so far?”
Braden nodded, a bit wide-eyed. “Yeah. I love it. I thou
ght I’d feel uncomfortable, but it’s more relaxed than I expected and with him here,” he tilted his head to his massive husband, “I don’t feel as nervous as I expected I would. How are you? You look kinda tired.”
Damn. And he thought it would be dark enough in the bar. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just feeling a bit rundown. Been really busy lately,” he hedged. “I’ll be fine. Did Gideon take you on a tour, yet?”
Zavier shook his head. “No. He sent me a quick text. He’s busy with last-minute event stuff and a demo he’s got to do. He’ll show us around after that.”
Sebastian tensed, a sick feeling setting up shop in the pit of his stomach. Doing his best not to show a reaction, he nodded as if the fact that his Dom, his contracted Dom, was going to do a demonstration scene with another sub was no big deal. In reality, he felt like he’d been sucker-punched and immediately the urge to flee spread from his head to his feet and he had to use the former to control the latter to keep him right where he was.
Squaring his shoulders, he knew he had a job to do and when he was done with it, he’d escape as fast as he possibly could. If he was lucky, he’d be able to miss the scene altogether and do his best to forget he’d heard Zavier mention it at all. Because really, what choice did he have?
He had right around five months left in their contract, if he was lucky and didn’t do something to fuck it up. He wasn’t about to rock the boat. He’d take what he was given and enjoy it while it lasted because he wasn’t likely to get another chance like this again. Taking a deep breath, he put it out of his mind and did what he’d come to do; show his new friends the club he loved and hoped it helped them to make a decision.