Cyborg Doms

by H. C. Brown

  “Thanks for helping me. Goodbye, Mr. Jacobs.”

  Fane inclined his head. “I want to see you again.”

  Tamara gave Fane a slight nod and turned her green gaze away. He shut the car door, and then stood watching the cab disappear into the darkness, knowing a small part of him had left with her. He smiled at the ease his AI could hack into Earth’s primitive mainframes. He accessed the cabs computer. In seconds, he had Tamara’s address and place of business. With a smile, he turned to walk up the street. His AI signaled an incoming message from Jace.

  “I’ve decided not to engage the services of hookers in the future. Where are you?”

  Fane glanced at a street sign. “Downtown. Sturt Street”

  “There’s a BDSM club, Depravity, close to you. Bennet Avenue, I’ll meet you there.”

  Fane instructed his AI to dress him for bondage. “Sure.”

  * * * * *

  Depravity stood on the corner of a street amidst an industrial area. Out front, a black, wrought iron gate, decorated with a golden whip, barred the staircase to the cellar entrance. A massive man, dressed in leather, stood beside the doorway, chatting to Jace. Fane crossed the road and joined the pair.

  “This place is for members only.” Jace met Fane with a grin. “I said we’d join.” He turned to the man and waved a hand at Fane. “This is Fane Jacobs.”

  “I’m Frank, nice to meet you.” Frank held out his hand to Fane. “We need Doms in a big way. What’s your pleasure?”

  Fane shook his hand. “I’ll take anything on offer. You got plenty of sweet subs down there?”

  “Sure. Depravity has a wide variety of clientele. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of subs to suit your taste.” Frank opened the gate and led them down a winding flight of iron steps to another door. He knocked, and the door buzzed and opened slowly. “Go through the foyer, the desk is on the left.”

  Inside, the dimly lit club exuded the exciting scent of leather and candle wax. Music filtered from a room in the back. Fane led the way to the polished, wooden counter. A man stepped out from the darkness. His chest was bare, and gold nipple rings glistened against his hairless skin.

  Fane pressed his hands on the counter. “We would like to join the club.”

  The man pushed paperwork across the counter and smiled. “This is a scene play club. Members only participate in the dungeons. If you sign in a visitor, you’re responsible for them. We have rules. Make sure you memorize them. Some of the subs are here for discipline only—no sex. Make sure, before you participate in sex or anything dangerous, you lay the ground rules. Contracts are your business, but everyone puts their print on a waiver before they get through that door. Always check the girl’s contraceptive implant is up to date. The club is divided into gay and straight… unless you’re bi, keep to your own section… we don’t like sightseers… same goes with visitors, if they’re not in the scene don’t bring them here, leave them in their own vanilla world … got it?”

  “Sounds like heaven.” Jace chuckled.

  Fane accessed his AI for information and passed it on to Jace. “Make a big deal out of checking the implant. It’s in the right forearm. The date can be viewed through the skin.”

  “Got it. Hmm, the implants last a year. This place has no sexually transmitted diseases, no unwanted pregnancy—paradise.”

  “We have private rooms and public rooms. You wanna private room, you ask me. Public means public. We have many exhibitionists who get off on an audience. On the dance floor, anything goes.” The man glanced at Jace and licked his lips. “The bar has a VIP Dom section. It divides the straight and gay areas of the club.” He took a thumb scanner out of his pocket and placed it on the desk. “Membership fees are four hundred credits a year.”

  Fane pushed his thumb on the scanner. “How many members?”

  “Couple hundred.” The man read the screen and pushed the scanner toward Jace. “Welcome to Depravity.”

  “I wanna room. I have the need to flog some serious ass tonight.” Jace grinned. “Give me something in the gay section.”

  “Number three is a fully equipped dungeon. Head for the exit sign by the dance floor; the rooms are down the hall on the left.” The man tapped the console on his desk. “You make a mess, give me a buzz. We like to keep things clean. Let me know when you’ve finished, no rush, there’s no time limit.”

  They moved into the crowded club and made their way to the VIP bar. Slow, sensual music flowed from every corner. Fane ordered a couple beers and leaned his back against the bar, surveying the room. A leather-clad Dom walked by, flogger in hand, leading his sub on a long, silver chain to a booth. In one corner, couples danced intimately on the dance floor. Fane met the gaze of a dark-eyed beauty, dancing alone, and then looked away.

  He sighed and inclined his head toward Jace. “I met the girl of my dreams tonight.”

  “What?” Jace studied him with an expression of incredulity. “Who is she?”

  “Dr. Tamara Bright.” Fane took a long drink of his beer. “She’s not interested… well, she kissed me, and it was hot. Then… I pulled back, and she turned frigid.”

  “She didn’t melt in the face of your rugged charm?” Jace snorted. “That’s a kick in the balls. I guess you’re planning to see her again?”

  Fane ran his finger through the condensation on the frosty beer bottle. “Oh… yeah. She might take a bit of persuading, but I’m a patient man. I’ve been dreaming about her for years… I can wait a bit longer.” He smiled. “I’m not giving up on love. It might take a miracle, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.”

  “Well, in the meantime, there are a couple of sweet subs over there for you to try.” Jace indicated toward the dance floor with his beer. “You know my motto: ‘love the one you’re with’.”

  * * * * *

  Jace turned toward the other end of the bar and sauntered through the swinging doors to join the gay Doms. He ordered a beer, snagged a private booth, and then turned his attention to the dance floor. Oh yeah. How long had he fantasized having a sweet sub or two of his own? For one hour or one damn night, he did not care. He leaned back against the booth, inhaled the heavy scent of man, and checked them out. Depravity’s house subs wore cute, gold whip earrings. They would be approachable, one-night-stand guys. Sipping his beer, Jace cast his gaze over the dancers.

  There were two barely legal, sweet things dancing together. He watched them sway to the music, their bare asses moving seductively under leather chaps. The dancers turned as one to reveal semi-hard cocks. Both men wore ball separators, and Jace’s mouth watered at the sight of their red, restrained balls. His gaze travelled up to pierced nipples on hairless chests. One man had braided two long strands of his raven hair with beads in the style of an ancient warrior. The other had blond, cherub-like curls. Jace palmed his cock. He enjoyed the caress of the leather against his naked shaft, and the restriction of the skin-tight pants heightened his pleasure.

  His gaze travelled to the cherub. The man could move. His sexy, petite body undulated to the music. Jace sighed. That delightful bit of ass was not a house sub. Damn. Jace shrugged. What the hell—one night was all he would give this pair. Warrior Braids met his gaze. The man’s eyes drifted down and stopped on the prominent bulge in Jace’s pants. Jace moved across the floor and stood in front of the two men. “Get into my booth.”

  Jace turned and walked away. He paused in front of his booth to wait for the two subs to follow. Both men fell to their knees inside the booth, heads bowed. Jace ran his fingers through the cherub’s curls. “Stand.”

  Drawing a deep breath, Jace met the sub’s expressive, cornflower blue eyes. The sub immediately dropped his gaze. Long, brown lashes brushed his rose-blushed cheeks. God help me. He’s glorious, . “Name.”

  “Lucian, Master.” He clasped his hands behind his back.

  Jace could not remember seeing a sub so afraid; Lucian shook in his boots. “Why are you here, Lucian? Look at me. You may speak freely.”


  “It’s my first time in the club, sir. Dominic has trained me how to please you, Master.”

  Casting a glance at Warrior Braids, Jace inclined his head toward the kneeling man. “You’re Dominic, I assume?”

  That’s all I need: a sub trained by a sub. Jace ran his hands down Lucian’s chest. He bent to pull at the nipple ring with his lips. Hell, he wanted to pet the sweet thing, offer him the world, and spank his delicious ass. Maybe tomorrow, after he had slaked his lust. He ran his tongue around the flat nipple then trailed a wet path up the bare chest to Lucian’s neck. He sucked at the throbbing vein there. Under his tongue, Lucian trembled, and a rush of air escaped his lips on a soft moan. Jace’s cock began to throb. Fuck, the man’s musky scent hit him like a potent aphrodisiac. He craved an innocent to train, but not tonight. Right now, he needed to dominate and take. Lifting his head, he gazed into Lucian’s flushed face and shook his head slowly. Although Jace would no doubt regret not claiming Lucian’s sweet ass, right now he had more pressing needs. “Go back to the dance floor and send me a house sub.”

  He noted Lucian’s dejected expression. “Have you tasted a flogger?”

  “No, Master.” Lucian dropped his gaze.

  Jace ran a hand through his hair. Too sweet, he thought. Too innocent. An accident waiting to happen. “Before you get into a scene, make sure you inform your Master about your lack of experience. Have a safe word and use it. Now go, tonight I need some experienced ass—maybe next time, okay?”

  He turned his attention on Dominic. He took the flogger from his belt and rested it on Dominic’s bare shoulder. “You have broken a rule. Doms are the only people permitted to train a sub. See the damage you’ve done? Lucian will get hurt; Masters will expect him to know the different levels of submission. You’ve put that sweet sub in danger. He has no idea of the rules. I have a very special punishment for you, but for now—lick my boots.”

  Jace followed Lucian’s retreat toward the dance floor; Lucian wove his way through the dancers, his blond curls glistening in the overhead lights. A few moments later, a small, fine-boned man with almond-shaped eyes headed toward the booth. The man wore a small leather thong and nothing else to cover his clear, unblemished skin. The sub’s dark eyes met Jace’s gaze briefly, and then the man dropped to his knees. Jace tapped him on the head with his flogger. “Name.”

  “Master, I am Lee, and I am experienced for your pleasure.”

  Lifting his chin, Jace inhaled the heavy musk in the room. Ah, nothing like the smell of pure, unadulterated sex. He looked down at the men at his feet. “What is your safe word?”

  The subs glanced furtively at each other.

  “We usually use challenge, Master.” Lee dropped his gaze.

  Trailing the long leather tails of the flogger down Lee’s back, Jace took in the sub’s glossy, black hair and his soft, almost feminine body. Mentally, he began to plan the scene. His balls ached at the thought of having both of them. “Get up, and go to room three.”

  Jace followed the two men from the bar and down a dark passageway. The subs stopped partway down the hall. They stood to one side of a heavy, studded, wooden door and waited for him to enter. Jace brushed by the two blushing subs and entered the dimly lit dungeon. They followed obediently, and stood to one side, their eyes fixed on the stone floor.

  With the door locked, Jace walked around the dungeon, lighting short, fat candles in the standing candelabras. The dungeon was better than he had expected. Chains hung from the ceiling. Benches, mats, and wooden frames of every description occupied much of the huge room’s floor space. Whips and paddles adorned a wall. The heavy smell of candle wax and the weird, droning music completed the picture. Hell, everything to tempt a Dom into action. Nice.

  After selecting two pairs of cuffs from an assortment of gear on a table, he cuffed both men, then he stood back to look at them.

  “Remove the ball separators.” He waited until they complied. “Kiss.”

  The subs looked at him, mouths agape. Jace took a whip from the wall and cracked it. “Kiss and I want to see lots of tongue.”

  Jace opened his pants and stroked his shaft. Oh yeah, there was nothing like watching a hot, steamy kiss to kick things off and get the blood moving. He smiled. Dominic took charge and plunged his long fingers into Lee’s hair to drag him closer. The kiss was intense, hot, and wet. Lee made little mewing sounds, and after a few seconds, they were both hard, their cocks rubbing together like sabers in a sword fight.

  Jace cracked the whip. “Enough. Arms up.” He dragged down a chain from the ceiling, attached the two men so that they were face-to-face and strung them up. “You are so bad. Look what you did to me: my balls are bursting. I’m gonna hurt you so good.”

  He threw the whip to the floor, took the flogger, and dragged the leather streamers across their asses and down their legs. He began a series of light blows to bring the blood rushing to the surface. Starting with the backs of their legs, he increased the intensity and flogged in even strikes up over their sweet, bare asses and up their backs. “Kiss again.”

  Lee bent his head; his long, black hair tumbled forward, his open mouth closed down hard over Dominic’s wet lips. Their mouths glided in a passionate embrace. When Dominic captured Lee’s bottom lip between his white teeth, Jace moaned. Pre-cum dripped from their rock-hard cocks. Their skin bore his marks, and the sight made his cock throb with need. Fuck. He turned away and snatched up a couple of blindfolds. “Shut your eyes.”

  After securing the blindfolds, he unhooked the subs from the chain and led them to a mat on the floor. “I’m gonna fuck you till you scream. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” Dominic lifted his gaze.

  “Lie on your back, Dominic. Lee, straddle him, and then bend over to show me your ass. Knees up, Dominic; I want your asses close together. Hold those knees up. I wanna see those cocks pressed together too. Oh yeah, that looks pretty.”

  Jace took the lube from the table and squeezed a liberal amount on both their asses. In this position, he could fuck one and pleasure the other with a dildo. He smeared the lube around Lee’s star, pressing and circling the entrance with his thumb. “How many cocks you had tonight?”

  “None tonight, Master. I’ll be good and tight for you.” Lee pushed his ass back against Jace’s fingers.

  Moving to Dominic’s ass, Jace noticed bruising around the winking red hole. Dominic had taken severe punishment and not long ago. Jace would not go seconds on any ass. “What about you?”

  “No, not for one week, Master.” Dominic dropped his gaze.

  Pressing his finger deep inside Dominic’s hole, Jace met resistance and no evidence of lube. Satisfied with Dominic’s answer, he moved to a table and retrieved a dildo .He pushed his pants down to his knees. Jace slapped Lee’s ass cheeks until they glowed with his handprints, and then knelt, resting the head of his cock against Lee’s glossy hole. Grasping hips, he thrust forward and slid into paradise. He used the dildo on Dominic, who let out a cry followed by a long moan. Jace pushed in to the root so that his cock was encased in slick heat. He began to move, giving both men pleasure. In charge at last. He took it slow, enjoying every deep thrust, every hot, delicious slide. The subs began to make soft, appreciative noises. Jace increased his pace. “Kiss, I wanna see your bellies covered with cum.”

  So damn good, his balls grew hot. Shivers of sensation rushed up his thighs. Too good. So much pleasure. Dark flashes spiked in his AI. He gripped handfuls of soft flesh and fell over the edge in a starburst of strange emotions. Breathing heavily, Jace tried desperately to gather his thoughts. I can’t die of pleasure, can I? He withdrew and removed the dildo. Jace gazed at the twitching, glossy assholes, and then staggered to his feet, stumbled to the washbasin, and cleaned off the traces of sex. He pushed his cock back inside his pants and went back to Dominic and Lee. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, so damn arousing. If he stayed there, he would want them again. “Relax. You may remove your blindfo
lds. You pleased your Master.”

  Jace gazed at Dominic’s kiss-swollen lips, eyed his belly, glossy with cum. Jace’s seed ran down his legs and glistened in the candlelight. “Did your Master satisfy you?”

  “Yes, Master.” Dominic dropped his gaze.

  “Most certainly, master.” Lee smiled.

  Jace folded his arms across his chest. “Then collect your stuff. You may leave.”

  He watched them slip from the room and run down the hall toward the subs’ showers. He accessed his AI. “Connect me to Fane, Mind Speak. Hey, man, I’m in heaven.”

  “Sweet. I’ll buy you a beer to celebrate.”

  * * * * *

  After two long days, Tamara could not get Fane out of her mind. Alone in her bedroom, she held his leather jacket up to her nose and inhaled. Her face grew hot. She did not intend to return his coat. The man had burned his image in her brain. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed the hair off her face. Sleep eluded her. God, she could still taste him and feel the swipe of his tongue across her lips. A man like Fane would satisfy her burning, sexual need, but she would soon tire of his gentleness. That just would not be fair—to him. The poor man had suffered enough. Jesus, how could the government do that to a man? He must have been so damn lonely to confide in her. There was no way she intended to add the false hope of a normal relationship to his lot. The memory of his gaze flashed into her mind. The man wanted love, and his instinct was to protect her—not flog her bare ass. She shook her head to clear her mind.

  Tonight, she would go to Depravity, and this time, she would submit fully to a Dom and stop messing around. She needed pleasure-pain sex. An arrogant, demanding Master would rid her mind of Fane Jacobs.

  * * * * *

  Fane leaned against the wall opposite Tamara’s office. Blocking out the noise of the busy street, he zoomed in and watched her chatting with the receptionist. She looked fine, dressed in a figure-hugging blue jacket and skirt, her hair swept off her face. The way her full breasts brushed against the white silk blouse made his mouth water. He would make his move soon and accidently bump into her on the way to lunch. A check of her account told him she always went to the same small café on the next block. He smiled to himself. She had kept his pheromone-soaked jacket. This was a good sign. Keeping away from him must be killing her.