by Zoey Marcel
“Oh yes.”
“That’s Shane Huntington. He owns this place with your father.”
“He’s right fit, isn’t he?”
“His brothers are seeing some redhead. Shane will probably join in their ménage at some point. He’s pretty much off the market.”
“I was just admiring him. I appreciate you bringing me here.”
“You bet.” Heath became nervous, also seeming turned on when a biker brushed up against him.
“Hey there, cowboy.”
“Heller, what are you doing here?”
Heller Enos scanned him head to toe in a licentious sweep. “I saw my man come into the club. I thought I’d join him.”
“Sean’s a friend. I’m only here so he could get in tonight.”
“I figured. I trust you. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t leering at that ass, though.”
Heath blushed. “Keep your voice down. We’re in public.”
“I want that ass.” Heller’s face darkened with lust.
Heath gulped, faltering in some kind of attempt to hide his arousal.
Sean wiggled his brows. “You two should go have fun. I’ll be okay.”
“I can’t leave you alone with the wolves.”
Heller smirked. “There are trained Doms here, mostly members along with a few supervised guests, and dungeon monitors. The kid will be fine. Besides, I misplaced something. I think I left it in your ass.”
Heath rolled his eyes, tittering. “Subtle.”
“Follow me, pretty boy. We’ll get a private room together and do some things worthy of damnation.”
“You have no remorse, do you?”
“Not really, no. You okay, kid?” Heller asked.
Sean gave him a thumbs-up. “Enjoy yourselves. I’m sure I’ll find something to do.”
“Protect yourself,” Heath scolded.
“I said something to do, not someone,” Sean teased.
Heller grinned and placed a guiding hand on Heath’s back. “Amuse yourself. Quit dawdling, Heathy boy. You know what happens when you make me wait.”
“You learn patience?” Heath quipped.
“Cute.”
They walked away together.
Sean went over to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools.
The barmaid in a teapot costume smiled at him. “What are you having?”
“An iced tea.”
“Long Island?”
“No, thanks, just the regular kind. I like your costume.”
She smiled and made his drink. “Thanks. I like yours. I’m Felicia, by the way.”
“Sean.”
They shook hands.
“Are you doing a scene, or just here to watch and dance tonight?” she asked.
“I’m here as a guest. This is my first time. I’d love to do a scene, though.”
“Are you a top or a bottom?”
“I’m not sure. A bottom, probably.”
“Are you looking for a male or female Dominant?”
Sean felt like he’d been hugged. The friendly lass simply asked him his preference. There was no assumption that he was straight or judgment if he wasn’t.
“A man.”
“Hmm. Well, there are a lot of good Doms here for you to choose from. Let me think. Oo, that one’s checking you out.”
Sean glanced over his shoulder. A stocky man with long, straight red hair and a wisp of a beard stood watching him
“I think his name is Ronny or something like that. He’s been here a few times. He likes men, in case you’re interested.”
“I was just thinking of doing a scene. I can’t really have a relationship right now. I’ll be off to college soon.”
“That’s fine. Ronny just comes here to play anyway. What school are you going to?”
“Columbia.”
Her eyes widened. “Wow. Respect.”
Grinning, he reciprocated her high-five. “Thanks. Do you go to school?”
“No. I just work here. If I can ever figure out what I want to do, then I’ll go.”
“It’s hard. Nice ring. Are you engaged?”
“No.” She rolled her eyes, wearing a rueful smile. “I wish. It’s just a little something I got for myself. My boyfriend will propose one of these days. I mean, we’ve been together for two years. Well, sort of. Kind of a break in between before we got back together.”
“Does he want to get married?”
“He keeps saying we will someday. We have enough money to. I don’t know what he’s waiting for. Guess he has no reason to when he already got the goods.” She chewed on her lip. “I probably should have held out for marriage after all. Then again, if I had he still might have left since I wasn’t giving him any.”
“Sounds like a winning lad,” Sean quipped, tipping the glass to his lips.
“I didn’t mean to make him sound bad. Jasper’s a good guy. I mean, I slept with him and he stuck around. That’s worth something, right?”
“Why did you sleep with him if you wanted to wait?”
“He kind of pressured me into it.”
“That’s not right.”
“I’m not being fair. He talked me into it and I made a choice to give in. I take full responsibility.” She smiled when the punk-looking DJ came over to them. “Hi, sweetie.”
“Hey, babe. Could you get me some water? Thanks.” He slapped her on the bottom, making her blush.
“This is Jasper, my boyfriend,” she said happily.
“Nice to meet you.” Sean extended his hand.
Jasper eyed him coldly and didn’t take it.
Right, a winning lad, that one.
“How long does it take to get water, Felicia?” Jasper asked impatiently.
“Hang on. I want you to have a cold bottle instead of tap water.”
Sean wanted to smack the guy and introduce Felicia to some of his straight guy mates.
Jasper gave him a dirty look. “You’re Scottish, huh?”
“I am. Is that a problem?”
Felicia popped up and handed a chilly water bottle to her boyfriend. “Here you are.”
Jasper took it, keeping his glare on Sean. “There is if you’re trying to use your accent to talk my girlfriend out of her pants.”
Felicia appeared mortified.
Sean just blinked at this. “Em, what?”
“Jasper, honey, he wasn’t flirting with me. We were just talking.”
“You think he’s hot, don’t you?” Jasper pinned his jealous eyes on her. “You’re always looking at other guys.”
“I have to serve them drinks. I only have eyes for you.”
“I’m gay,” Sean said.
My God, you just came out where Da works. Relax. Nobody here knows you’re his son.
Jasper gave him an ugly look. “I’ll just bet you are.”
“I could kiss you and feel you up if that would convince you,” Sean sassed.
Like he wanted to touch the aggressive creep.
Felicia bit her lip, stifling a giggle.
“You think that’s funny?” Jasper grabbed her arm, glowering at her. “Are you taking his side?”
“No, baby.” Her face turned repentant. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t grab her like that,” Sean said.
Jasper threw a lethal glare at him. “Don’t tell me what to do with my girlfriend.”
Felicia tugged on Jasper’s arm. “Sweetie, just let it go. He’s new here. I’m the one you’re mad at.”
Jasper gave her a warning look. “We’ll talk later.”
“Okay,” she said meekly, hanging her head as he walked away.
Sean was pissed. “Is that the way he treats you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You deserve better than him. Leave him. I’ve got some straight mates who would be all over you and treat you right.”
She smiled. “That’s sweet of you, but I’m okay. Jasper’s just in a bad mood tonight. He’s normally nicer.”
Before Sean could say
anything, that big guy, Ronny, came over to him. “Is this seat taken?”
Sean’s pulse stammered. “No. You can sit there.”
Ronny sat next to him.
Felicia looked giddy. “Ronny, this is Sean. Sean, Ronny.”
They shook hands.
“Ronny is a top and Sean says he’s a bottom. It’s his first time here.”
Ronny threw her a wink. “Setting us up, huh?”
She laughed lightly, smile immediately vanishing when she looked across the room. Her eyes dropped to them instantly, so Sean couldn’t see where she’d been looking, but he had a pretty good idea.
“Now, Ronny, I’m just here to help. Sean’s new and you’re a good guy. I figured you could make his first visit here memorable.”
Ronny gave him a lusty smile. “Well, I’m up for that if Sean is.”
Trembling, Sean smiled back. “I think he is. I wanted to try S&M to start with...if that’s all right.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with. Come on.” Ronny stood and helped him down from the stool.
God, what if Aiden magically showed up and saw him following a man down the hall?
He’s trick-or-treating with Cara in Rapid City. That’s an hour away. He’ll probably just go home afterward since he doesn’t work tonight. Stop worrying.
Ronny took him into a private room. “I figured you’d want privacy since you’ve never been here before.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Do you have any experience with S&M?”
“No, but I’ve read up on it. What’s my safe word?”
“I usually go with ‘red’, unless you’ve got a preference.”
“Red is too common. I want something unique.”
Ronny cracked a smile and readied the equipment. “Sure thing. What did you have in mind?”
His mind drew a blank. Sean gave a slight shrug with his arms at his sides. “How about dandelion?”
Ronny snickered. “That’s got to be the manliest safe word I’ve ever heard.”
Sean laughed nervously. “It was kind of spontaneous, if you couldn’t tell.”
My God, this was it—his first S&M scene.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Ronny asked.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Well, you’re shaking like hell. You sure you want to do this?”
“God, yes.” Sean blushed when Ronny laughed.
“Glad you’re into this. Just take off your shirt and whatever else you’re comfortable with.”
“Can we start with the shirt and see what happens?”
“Fine by me. Is kissing okay?”
Sean smiled. “I love kissing.”
“Don’t we all?”
He liked Ronny. His original intent had been to pretend whoever he did a scene with tonight was Malachi Brodie, but Ronny seemed like a genuinely nice guy, so Sean decided to just be in the moment with him and enjoy Ronny to be fair to him.
More than anything he wanted it to be Malachi, but the preacher had obviously made up his mind not to cross that line with him.
Sean took his shirt off, feeling a jittery rush when he saw the disciplinary implements Ronny set out. There was a wooden paddle, a Lexan plastic paddle, a cane, and a small single-tail whip. Each tool on their own could probably pack an impressive whallop, but together they would be brutal.
“Any objection to these?” Ronny asked.
Sean salivated, imagining the pain they would bring. “No.”
“Go ahead and pick two for me to use on you.”
“Could we try them all?”
Ronny grinned. “You’re brave. We’ll see how you handle the paddles first.”
“Should I call you Sir?”
“Don’t bother. I just like topping. I don’t need any fancy titles or anything. Ronny is fine.”
Sean traced the button on his fly. “Maybe I should at least strip down to my underwear. That way the paddles hurt more.”
“As long as you’re comfortable. Glutton for pain, huh?”
“Maybe a little.” He kicked off his shoes and then pulled his socks and pants off, giving Ronny a shy smile when he caught the man ogling him discreetly. “Where do you want me?”
“Go ahead and bend over the mattress. I won’t bind you since it’s your first time. Remember your safe word?”
“Dandelion.”
Ronny gave him a crooked smirk. “Yep.”
Sean leaned over the mattress with his feet on the floor. His cock pulsed with excitement. Ronny warmed him up with a spanking. The smacks stung, but he didn’t make a sound. They felt good.
His bottom clenched, anus tingly when he saw Ronny pick up the big wooden paddle. The hard splat of the wood crashing against his butt made him whimper and squirm. He smothered most of his own noises as he accepted the thuddy hits.
“Ronny,” he gasped out.
The man stopped and bent over. “Are you okay?”
“I am. It’s just...could you take my underwear off?” His shaft filled out, throbbing painfully.
“Will do.”
Feeling the cotton graze his sore buttocks on the way down made his skin tingle sharply. The cool air touching his exposed groin and Ronny’s big, warm hand holding his erection against his belly to guide the briefs down easier, felt divine.
“So soft and hot,” Ronny murmured, kissing his shoulder.
Sean closed his eyes and moaned. It was a massive turn-on the way Ronny left the underwear puddled around his ankles, like he was a naughty boy getting punished.
A few more whacks of the paddle had his ass roasting with pain. Somehow it was pleasure, too. His rump was likely pink as a rose.
Ronny smoothed his hand over Sean’s bottom, easing the pain away. “You doing okay?”
Sean nodded.
“I’m gonna switch paddles now.”
He groaned softly.
When Ronny used the Lexan plastic paddle on him it really got him squirming and tearing up. There was less of a thud with that one than with the wooden paddle, but this plastic one hurt more. His breathing became shallow and erratic. Tears leaked from his eyes as pre-cum seeped from his cockhead. He couldn’t believe how good getting paddled felt. It hurt like a bitch, but he couldn’t stop wanting it. At times the pain became so intense he almost wanted it to stop, but something about enduring the pain a dominant man delivered aroused him out of his mind. He didn’t want it to stop. He loved that he felt safe with Ronny because he had a choice, but he liked to pretend he didn’t. Something about helplessness and subjugation gave him a raging hard-on.
He sucked in a sharp breath of air when Ronny lightly palmed his inflamed backside, soothing him.
“How are you doing?” His voice sounded far away even though he stood right next to him.
Sean sank into the mattress beneath the gentle rubbing. “I’m good. Could you beat me with the cane and then play with me?”
Ronny petted his back. “Sounds like a plan.”
The cane was intense. Sean found it harder to suppress his pained outcries this time. He squealed and sobbed pitifully, tormented cries strangling in his throat.
“How we doing?” Ronny asked.
Sean could barely hear him through the tunnel of foggy bliss. “Harder. Beat me.”
“You got it.”
Ronny caned him even harder.
Sean hollered in pain and an almost spiritual kind of pleasure. The force hammering against his swollen bottom was almost unbearable, but not quite. He got drunk off his own submission to the agonizing thuds and the sharp tingles on his battered skin. Warmth streamed from his slit, tickling his length with every drop of pre-cum he oozed.
“Do you want to see the damage?” Ronny asked. “Not permanent damage. Poorly phrased. Sorry.”
Sean nodded, peeking into the mirror. His ass was a lush shade of carmine covered in red welts and ugly bruises. Deep reddish-purple, linear lines streaked his skin. His cock dripped with need when he saw it.
Ronny
tipped his jaw up and then put his lips on him. The man had soft lips. His beard scraped Sean’s skin while they kissed.
Sean pulled his briefs up, feeling hazy and content.
“Come here.”
Ronny led him by the hand and then tugged Sean on top of him on the mattress. The man pulled a blanket over top of them and held Sean close, gently rubbing his back. He kissed the older man’s neck in gratitude, licking his skin to please him. It made him feel more submissive that way.
Ronny let out a guttural sound and slowly guided Sean’s briefs down his body. It felt so deliciously erotic to be snuggled under the covers against another man’s body while he took his underwear off.
“Undo my pants,” Ronny whispered.
Sean shivered at the searing hush that ghosted into his ear. He reached under himself and unfastened Ronny’s fly. The man lifted his hips and then pushed the jeans down, leaving his boxers on.
“You feel my cock?” Ronny murmured.
Sean moaned and nodded. His dick throbbed against Ronny’s swollen flesh through the fabric. The guy was bigger than him. The knowledge thrilled him. Oddly, being humbled by having the smaller cock made him hotter, weaker.
“Good,” he mumbled against Ronny’s neck. “Mine is small.”
“It’s not small. Yours is on the decent side of average. It’s a nice-looking cock. Feels good, too.”
“I’m small.” Sean moaned. “You’re bigger, stronger.”
Ronny chortled. “You’re a masochist, aren’t you, kid? You want me to humiliate you about your cock?”
“Please.” Sean ground against his groin slowly, mewling faintly.
“Well, now that you mention it, I have seen bigger.” Ronny ran his thumb up the length, making it rise.
Sean buried his face in Ronny’s neck, purring over his own degradation.
“Such a tiny little dick. I didn’t know they made them this small.”
He whimpered, leaking pre-cum all over Ronny’s underwear. Those steady strokes in his big hand felt amazing.
“I’ve been with scads of men,” Ronny taunted him. “You know I’ve had better, don’t you?”
A needy cry wrung from Sean’s throat.
“Yeah, swell for me just like they did. I love that you’re an inexperienced good boy and I’m gonna corrupt you. You’re just a number to me, but I’ll enjoy fucking you.”
“Oh God!” he choked out. “I have...to come.”