by K. C. Wells
“Does… does that hurt him?” came Alex’s whisper, his eyes locked on the pair.
Leo shook his head. “Jonathon will have taken his time getting Dillon ready for this.” He pointed to the fat black silicone butt plug that rested on the bench beside Jonathon. “Dillon would have worn the butt plug for a while, stretching his ass.” He turned to observe Alex carefully. “Have you ever seen videos of someone being fisted?”
Alex nodded absently, all his attention claimed by the scene. “But it was nothing like this. This is so much more…. I can’t find the right words….” He shook his head, plainly exasperated by his failure to convey his feelings. He took a deep breath. “The videos made it seem an almost violent act. But look at Dillon’s face. He looks like he could come any minute.” He gazed at Leo, his expression one of wonder. “The connection between the two of them….” His eyes went back to Jonathon and Dillon. Jonathon was gently stroking Dillon’s cock, while his hand moved equally gently inside him. All the while Dillon let out soft whimpers, his eyes fixed on his Master, his adoration there for all to see.
Leo led Alex away, leaving the pair alone.
“You’d think they would want privacy for that,” mused Alex thoughtfully.
Leo smiled. “If they wanted privacy, they could’ve booked one of the private rooms.” Alex’s eyebrows arched, and Leo grinned. “Yes, there are private rooms here… six to be exact. You have to book them, and there are strict rules once you’re in there. There’s a silent panic button and a phone system that’s always manned. Once in the room, you must pick up the phone to test the system, to check there’s someone on the other end.” Alex was nodding approvingly. “Safety is the most important factor, for Dom and sub alike.” He indicated a corridor to his left with a nod. “The rooms are along there. If you’re out on the main floor, it’s assumed others will be able to observe. Generally, you won’t see any subs being fucked out here, although there have been occasions when one or two Doms have gotten carried away in the heat of the moment.”
He chuckled at Alex’s rising blush. His boy’s reaction was delightful. So far, Leo was amazed at Alex’s relatively calm acceptance of what he was seeing and hearing. Try as he might, he couldn’t prevent the feeling growing in him as they walked around the club—a feeling of hope.
ALEX tried to drink in all the sights and sounds of the club, but there was so much going on. He couldn’t fail to notice the trust between the Doms and their subs. It was beautiful to watch the interaction between them. His heart ached. Alex wanted that. He wanted to place his complete trust in Leo and know Leo would never let him fall, would always be there for him. He also wanted to experience some of the things he’d seen, though he wasn’t sure he’d ever have the nerve to say as much to Leo.
Leo was guiding him back toward the bar when they passed a room with its door shut. The sounds emanating from that room made Alex shiver. Someone was fucking. He glanced at Leo, openmouthed.
Leo gave him a slight smile. “That is the group room, and no, I’m not going to show you what’s in there.” He grinned. “Not yet, at any rate.”
Alex raised his brows. “Okay, then tell me about it.” His curiosity was definitely piqued, emboldening him.
Leo sighed. “A lot of Doms go there to hang around and observe, to make sure the subs are okay.” Alex knitted his brows, and Leo explained patiently. “If there’s a sub all tied up doing a scene with a Dom, he’s pretty helpless, and they can watch out for him. Similarly, if there are several Doms in there taking turns with one sub, well, the sub could get seriously hurt if they go too far.”
Alex’s cock hardened at the thought of one sub being fucked by a string of men.
Leo nodded, as though he knew what Alex was thinking. “Yeah, there’s usually a lot of sex going on in there. That’s why there is always a Dungeon Master with them. Right now, it’s Thomas. Sometimes it’s me or Miles. The rule is, anyone is free to observe or join in. And on occasion, it has been booked privately, when a Dom organizes a sex party.”
“Sex party?” Alex couldn’t help it; his mouth dropped open.
Leo laughed. “Yeah, you heard right. Not that it happens often. And we have quite a few Doms and subs that really get off on watching, or being watched.”
Alex was silent. He’d never really thought about it until that moment, but the idea of men standing around, watching him getting fucked, him helpless to stop them, all control surrendered…. Oh God….
Leo stopped dead. “I think we need to have a talk,” he said, gazing intently at Alex.
Alex nodded. Oh yeah….
ALEX was sitting in one of the corner booths, his eyes fixed on the glass in front of him. Leo would’ve given anything to know what was going on in his mind right now. He sat down opposite him, placing a manila folder on the table. Alex gazed at it, clearly intrigued.
Leo took a deep breath. The next few minutes were going to be crucial, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous. God, please don’t let me fuck this up. He tapped the folder with his index finger. “In here is a standard contract, which is usually how negotiations between Dom and sub begin.”
Alex’s eyes were so large. “Negotiations?”
Leo nodded. “Any D/s relationship begins with the negotiation of limits: what the Dom expects, what the sub expects. Regardless of what you may have read, the sub is the one with all the power.”
Alex gave a short laugh. “How can that be right?”
Leo smiled. “Because the sub makes it clear what he will or will not accept. There are some things they might say outright they don’t want any part of. Those are hard limits. There may also be things which they’re not sure about right now, but might be willing to try at some point in the future. Those are soft limits.” He locked eyes with Alex. “Any negotiations would start with the submissive drawing up a list of areas they would like to explore further. And the more honest the submissive is, the better.” Alex swallowed. Leo was pretty sure Alex already had some definite ideas about what he’d like to try. “But we are getting ahead of ourselves. There’s something much more important we need to discuss first.” Leo took a deep breath. “Do you have any questions?”
Alex nodded immediately, pleasing Leo. “What do you expect from a submissive?” Alex’s tone was earnest.
Leo smiled. A very good question, and it showed Alex had been thinking about this. Leo decided to speak plainly. “For me, there are three things I expect of my submissive.” Leo counted off on his fingers. “One, I expect him to obey my orders. If you’re submitting to me, you’re agreeing to obey me. One of the first things I ask a sub is how they feel about obeying orders. If they look forward to being told what to do, that’s a good sign. If they don’t welcome being given orders, then maybe they need to ask themselves why—and if—they want to do this.”
He glanced at Alex to see how this had been received. To his relief, Alex was nodding, his eyes fixed on Leo. So far, so good. “Two, I expect him to accept my domination.”
Alex frowned. “Isn’t that the same as obeying your orders?”
Leo shook his head. “Obeying my orders is about accepting what I say to you. Accepting my domination is largely about accepting what I do to you. Because sometimes, that might involve accepting pain.” He watched Alex keenly. “Once limits have been negotiated, I have the right to touch you in any place and in any way I want. Your job as submissive would be to accept whatever I do as best you can.”
Alex gave a thoughtful nod. Leo hoped to God he wasn’t pushing the boy too far, but he knew from experience not making his expectations clear from the outset led to problems further down the line.
“And the third thing?”
“To please me,” Leo said simply. “To be honest, if you want to know why I might want to tie you up, spank you, torture your cock”—he grinned as Alex’s eyes grew large and round at that— “then you should be ready for me to answer, ‘Because it pleases me to do so.’ Besides,” he added with a grin, “pleasing a Dom ca
n be a lot of fun.” Alex gave a half smile. “Any more questions?” When Alex shook his head, he said, “Well, I have a question for you. What do you want, boy?”
Leo waited. It was up to Alex now. The seconds ticked by, and with each passing moment Leo grew more anxious.
Finally Alex spoke, his voice low, his eyes focused on the table. “I want to be your submissive, Leo.”
Leo nodded calmly, but inside he was anything but. Oh, thank God.
Alex slowly raised his eyes to meet Leo’s gaze before lowering them hastily. “How would we begin? And would you expect me to be your sub all the time?”
Leo shook his head vigorously. “No, boy, I’m not looking for a slave.” He chuckled at Alex’s wide-eyed stare. “Yeah, there are couples who live the lifestyle 24/7, but I don’t want that. Do you?” Better to know now….
Alex shook his head, and Leo gave an inward sigh of relief. In all his years as a Dom, he’d never been in a situation that had felt as precarious as this initial meeting was proving to be. He was conscious of having to tread carefully.
“Can we keep this to the club and… and the bedroom, then?” Alex asked shyly. Leo’s heart skipped a beat. “What I mean is… can we….” His words trailed off.
Leo reached across the table and took Alex’s hand and grasped it tight. “Alex, I want you as my lover, as well as my sub. Do you want that too?” Alex nodded eagerly, and Leo rejoiced to see his reaction.
“How would I know when you wanted me to be… submissive?” Alex asked, his eyes not quite meeting Leo’s. Leo already had an idea about this, but he wanted Alex to be the one to come up with a suggestion.
“We’d need something agreed between us, some kind of signal,” Leo suggested. He watched as Alex’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Come on, boy, think….
Suddenly Alex smiled. “How about a collar?” he said quietly. Inside, Leo was grinning like an idiot. “If we’re in the bedroom and you want us to do something, you could put a collar on me. Or if I wanted it, I could ask you to collar me.” His gaze flickered up to Leo’s face. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s a brilliant idea,” he said warmly, and Alex glowed at the praise. “There’ll be times when I’ll want to be your lover, not your Dom.” Like right now…. God, he wanted Alex in his bed right now. He wanted to be balls-deep in him, making him cry out, making him come….
“So… can I see what the contract looks like?” Alex asked, his gaze flicking downward to the folder.
Leo put a tight rein on his libido. Some things were more important right now. “In here is a list of all possible activities that you might want us to pursue together.” Leo strove to keep his voice even. “You’ll need to read through it and make up your own list of hard and soft limits.” He watched as Alex drank all this in. Leo softened his voice. “It’s getting late—do you want to stay at the apartment tonight?”
To his surprise, Alex shook his head. “No, if you don’t mind…. I’d like to take this and read it carefully.” Alex’s expression was suddenly anxious. “Is that all right?”
Leo was more than pleased with Alex’s decision. It told him the boy was treating this seriously, taking his time, rather than making on-the-spot decisions. “That sounds like a really good idea,” he replied, unable to keep the note of pride from his voice. He saw the effect this had on Alex. Oh fuck…. The boy responded so well to praise—it made him light up from within. And made Leo hard as a rock. He stood up, handing over the folder. “Let’s get you home, boy. You’ve got some reading to do.”
Alex gave a sudden grin, and just like that, Leo finally felt the tension of the meeting slip away. “If there are any terms I don’t understand, I’ll be able to look them up on the Internet, won’t I?” Alex asked. Leo nodded. “But I haven’t got an evening free until Friday. We won’t be able to talk about all this until then.” Alex’s face fell.
“Not a problem,” Leo reassured him. “I can wait until Friday—that is, if you can.” He smirked, and Alex chuckled, brightening up. “Besides, I might pop in to have a meal in my favorite Italian restaurant at some point this week.” His eyes twinkled. Right now he needed to hold his boy. He held out his arms. “Come here.”
Alex got to his feet, and Leo pulled him into the circle of his arms, tilting his face down to kiss Alex thoroughly, loving the fact that Alex paid no attention to those around them but simply gave himself up to the kiss, his arms wrapping around Leo. He’d come along so fast….
Leo broke the kiss reluctantly. “It’s no use, boy. I’ve got to take you home.”
Alex gazed into his eyes. “But think how happy to see me you’ll be on Friday.” His eyes gleamed mischievously and he leaned closer, whispering into Leo’s ear. “And then think how much fun you’ll have, fucking me.”
Leo groaned, the whispered words going straight to his cock. And he couldn’t believe that Alex had actually said them. He stared in surprise, and Alex blushed. Oh, his boy was full of surprises….
“Home, now,” Leo declared abruptly. “Before I do something I’ll regret—like kidnapping you and chaining you to my bed.” Alex laughed as he was tugged toward the main door, but all Leo could think of was the image in his head right now… a naked Alex, cuffed to his bed, spread-eagled, crying out as Leo thrust into him.
Friday couldn’t get here soon enough.
ALEX was sitting up in bed, laptop beside him and the contract in his hand. What the fuck…? He had to admit, some of the things on the list made his heart beat faster. It started out with pretty basic stuff, asking him to circle which sexual acts were acceptable: fellatio, anilingus, anal fisting…. That one got his heart racing, especially after the scene he’d witnessed that day. Anal intercourse, sex toys… and then it got interesting.
Bondage. Alex knew straightaway that bondage was going to feature pretty high up on his list of favorites. But what floored him were how many types were named: hands in front, hands behind back, hog-tie, spreader bars—that one caused him to break out in a sweat, conjuring up mental images that made him so fucking hot—tied to bed, tied to chair, blindfolds, gags, rope, hood, tape, handcuffs.
When he reached the section headed “Pain,” Alex forgot to breathe.
He read on. What was his general attitude about receiving pain? Quantity of pain? And then on to which types of pain were acceptable: spanking, paddling, whipping, caning, face slaps, biting, nipple clamps, genital clamps, hot wax. Alex shivered. What exactly was he getting into here?
“Erotic humiliation” caught his eye, and when he read down the list and saw the word “enemas” followed by “water sports,” he had to look that one up, and then spent a good few minutes staring in disbelief at guys pissing on each other, into one another’s mouths, even into their holes, for fuck’s sake. He looked up “scat” and quickly deleted the search in horror when he saw the definition. Fucking hell, no way!
The final section was about safewords, and he read about having a word that meant everything stopped, another for slowing things down a little, and nonverbal safewords for when he wasn’t in a position to speak. That actually made a lot of sense, and Alex started to give some serious thought as to what his safewords might be.
He got out a pen and started to circle things on the list, ticking off those items he was absolutely positive about and putting question marks next to ones he was more dubious of. “CBT” got a thumbs-down, as did “cage.” And as for wearing a cage on his cock….
He spent a bit of time considering what to choose from the “Bondage” section, and then realized all of it was acceptable. “Oxygen deprivation” and “knives” set his heart racing, so he put question marks next to them.
By the time he’d finished, Alex realized there was very little he’d deleted. And then wondered what exactly that said about him.
He jumped as his bedroom door opened and Rob came in. Why couldn’t his brother knock, like any normal person? Hurriedly, Alex tried to cover up the contract, not wanting Rob anywhere near it
. He slammed down the screen on his laptop as Rob approached the bed, trying to peer around to see what he’d been looking at. “Rob! What do you want?” Alex was seething.
Rob sneered. “What are you hiding, bro? Gay porn, perhaps?” His lip curled in obvious disgust. “Don’t bother. I don’t want to see guys getting fucked in the ass.” His eyes alighted on the contract, and he made a move to snatch it from Alex’s hand. Alex reacted fast and moved it out of his reach. “Oh yes? Something you don’t want me to see?” Rob’s eyes glittered menacingly.
Alex had had enough. “Get out of my room,” he gritted out. “Right now.”
Rob snorted. “Don’t worry, I’m going. I just wanted to see if you and the boyfriend had gotten over your little lover’s tiff, or whatever the hell it was.” But his eyes were still on the contract.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” Alex stated flatly. “As if you care if Leo and I have sorted things out. Now, get the fuck out of my room.” He tried to put as much menace into his voice as he could, but it clearly had little effect. He tried another tack. “Or do I need to ask Leo to come round and ‘talk’ to you?”
Now he got a reaction.
“Getting your boyfriend to do your dirty work for you?” Rob blustered, but he paled. Yeah, Alex had him pegged right—Rob was definitely scared of Leo.
It was Alex’s turn to smirk. “Get out.”