by CB Conwy
"You can come when you like to." It took Tom such a short time. Poor boy must have been out of his mind with need. Wonder why?
***
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, cooking, and generally just hanging out. After dinner, Mischa sent Tom in to change. The boy came back out wearing only boots and a pair of low-hanging jeans. The sight made Mischa swallow. Well, no mauling the sub before they even got to the club. A man had his principles.
Mischa still showed Tom the chaps. Then it was Tom's turn to swallow. He came back out in them, wearing just a black jockstrap underneath.
"God." It was all Mischa was able to say. With his slender body, Tom looked like a wet dream come true in the leather chaps hanging low on his hips. The boy was blushing and a little self-conscious, and that only made him sexier. Of course, the bulge in his jock didn't hurt, either. Someone obviously liked leather. Then he turned around.
"Fuck." Okay, Mischa was very cave man right now with the one-syllable words. But how the fuck could he be anything else with an ass like that in front of him? It was still slightly red and so fucking cute. And he normally didn't swear, so this amount of the f-word? He was so fucked.
He got a grip on himself. "Do you like that? Because you look really good in it."
Tom moved a bit. "Yeah, I like it. But I'm almost naked."
"And?" Mischa had a very hard time understanding Tom's comment. On the other hand, he might not be thinking with the right head at the moment.
"Well, I just want to fit in. I won't stick out in this?"
Mischa laughed. "Baby, the only thing that could make you stick out would be wearing too many clothes. Believe me, you look just right." Tom smiled happily.
He looked quite happy when he saw Mischa, too. Mischa hadn't really dressed up, but apparently his black trousers and fitted black shirt had the exact effect he wanted. Then he sat Tom down.
"So. Rules. The basic rule is that there aren't any -- apart from accepting the safewords. That's a given in all situations. But except for that, anything consensual goes.
"There are customs, though. One of them you already follow -- calling me sir. Some have complicated rules about when you should use it and with whom. In my opinion, it should come naturally." Mischa stopped himself, thinking. "I do think, though, that I would like you to call only me sir, not any of the other Doms." There it was again with the possessiveness. He had never had a rule like that before.
"Okay. And nobody will be offended because I don't use it?"
"No. You're with me; I decide what your rules are. Likewise, you don't have to kneel or keep your eyes down or stuff like that. If you want to, then you can, of course. Otherwise, go with the flow, and ask me if you have any doubts."
Tom nodded, looking confident enough.
"Wait. There actually is one rule." Tom waited, curious. "Don't laugh. You're going to see all kinds of people tonight, little clinging subs and big leather daddies and everything in between. Some of those people have strange kinks, and you don't make fun of that."
"I wouldn't." Tom sounded a little affronted.
"I know you wouldn't on purpose. But pony play or someone with a doggy tail sticking out of his ass just might seem a bit strange at first."
Tom stared. "You're joking now, right? Pony play?"
"No, I'm not. We had a sub who really liked a bridle." He had been hot, too.
Tom blinked. "Okay. I guess I can do that. And nobody is going to demand scary things of me?" He suddenly looked a bit nervous.
"No. We're just there to watch. If we want to play, there are private rooms or dark corners. But I haven't planned anything."
Tom leaned in and kissed him. "Okay. I'm ready."
Mischa grabbed Tom's hair, holding his head and looking him straight in the eyes. First, Tom smiled nervously. Then he relaxed, letting himself be held. Only when his breathing started to quicken did Mischa lean in and kiss him until he swayed.
"Yes," Mischa then said, "you're ready."
***
Tom sensed the atmosphere change in the car. Mischa had given him a long coat, so he wasn't really naked. He felt that way, though, aware of Mischa going into full Dom mode next to him. It affected Tom, too, making him go quiet. And hard.
When they had parked and were about to get out of the car, Tom grabbed Mischa's arm. Mischa looked at him, surprised.
"Can I..." He didn't know where these nerves came from all of a sudden. "Sir, can I keep close to you tonight?" Mischa's face lit up, and his Dom leaned in and kissed him. Tom leaned into Mischa's lips, giving the man everything he wanted.
"Yes, you can. In fact, I don't want you to go anywhere without me." Mischa got out of the car and went around to Tom's side, helping him out of the car. As they started walking toward the club, Mischa put his hand low on Tom's back. Tom relaxed into it, into the safety and excitement of being Mischa's. It was a heady mixture of lust and quiet.
When they reached the entrance, Tom could feel the butterflies in his stomach. Mischa seemed to sense it. "Remember, stay with me and ask me anything you like. I'll take care of you." That was all Tom needed to know. Taking a deep breath, he followed Mischa into the club.
***
The cloak room was quite normal. That is, if you didn't count the fact that people were almost naked when they took off their coats. Tom blinked, suddenly feeling insecure.
"Look at me." Mischa pushed him up against the wall with firm movements and looked into his eyes. Then the Dom slowly started undoing Tom's coat, one button at a time, Mischa's calm eyes never leaving Tom's. Tom let himself go, let Mischa undress him so he could be almost naked for Mischa. Everything was for Mischa.
When the coat finally came off, Tom was very hard and very calm. Mischa nodded and went to stand in line.
While Mischa handed over their coats, Tom studied the room. His eyes caught a couple by the wall. A muscular man leaned against the wall while another man in a leather harness kissed and rubbed and made him moan. They were as close to full on sex as they could get without penetration. Surely they couldn't do anything like that right here? Tom looked around, and sure enough, the bouncer came over.
"Hey, boys, there's lube and condoms inside. You're going to need that soon, so get in with you." The guys grinned and went through the door to the club. Tom could only stare.
"Your first visit here?" He whipped his head around. A young guy in front of him smiled kindly.
"Ah, yes, it is." Tom fought very hard not to let his eyes stray down to the collar and the harness. The guy only smiled.
"Well, it can be a bit overwhelming at first. Don't worry, nobody bites. I'm Rob, by the way."
"Hi, I'm Tom." They shook hands, and Tom couldn't help feeling a bit odd, being half naked and still keeping up his good manners.
"Are you here with anybody, Tom? Otherwise you can come with us. I'm here with my boyfriend."
"Well, thanks for the offer, but I'm here with..." With what? His Dom? His boyfriend? If only. "I'm here with Mischa."
Rob's eyes got wide. "With Mischa? I didn't think he..." They were interrupted when Rob's boyfriend came back. His name was John, and he repeated the offer to keep them company after they had been introduced. Tom declined politely, and the couple disappeared into the club.
Mischa came back, seeing him smiling after John and Rob. "Already making friends?"
"Well, chatting, at least. People are nice here. His name was Rob, do you know him?" Tom was a little nervous and talking fast to let it out.
"John's Rob?" Tom nodded. "Yes, he is nice. I know both of them." Mischa turned to walk into the club. Tom hung back.
"Are you okay?" Tom could suddenly feel the butterflies in his stomach. Mischa came back and hugged him, just held on to him.
"Sorry, sir." He was whispering into Mischa's shoulder. "I don't mean to be silly."
"You're not. Remember, I'll stay with you all night, okay?"
Tom nodded. If Mischa was there, he could do it. They went through t
he door.
***
It was mayhem in there. Intense, decadent, depraved mayhem. Tom did read the books, but he never imagined anything like this could be real.
The club had two main rooms, and there were people everywhere, in leather and chains and naked. A lot of them naked. And they were doing all the things from the books.
The front room had the bar, a small stage, and tables, and it was relatively quiet. Which meant that Tom had only seen one blowjob, a sub getting fingered by his Dom, and two little slaves kneeling at their masters' table. The next room had a big stage, though, and in here there was every kind of kink known to man. Or at least to Tom.
Mischa's hand was still resting firmly on Tom's back. "I want to give you a tour, and then we'll get something to drink." Mischa was taking him through the big room to show him the private rooms in the back, but Tom kept seeing things that made him stop.
There were a lot of collars around, and yes, there were boys on leashes. In the far corner of the room, there was a whipping on the big stage, and in another corner a sub sounded like he was this close to coming, whimpering loudly and crying out. Tom couldn't see him because of the crowd surrounding him. Another was being fucked against the wall right there, moaning and so hard, and the biggest man Tom'd ever seen passed him leading another, almost as big as himself, by a leash from the sub's nipples. Tom could only stare at it all.
"What do you think? Do you like it?" Mischa sounded a little nervous. Tom turned, looking incredulously at his Dom.
"Sir? Look at my crotch."
Mischa's lips twitched, but he followed orders and let his eyes slide appreciatively over Tom's body. Tom's breathing got quicker; Mischa's gaze felt like a physical caress. And, of course, Mischa's eyes stopped at Tom's hard dick that was threatening to rip the thin jockstrap. Then the Dom stepped in, kissing him until Tom didn't even notice the room around them, entirely focused on Mischa.
"Mischa! So good to see you again. And this is your Tom, I take it?"
Mischa grumbled, but withdrew his lips from Tom's and turned around. He kept an arm protectively around Tom, though.
"Toby. Nice to see you, too. The place is busy tonight, isn't it?"
The man called Toby grinned. He wore leather and exuded the same alpha male-ness as Mischa. No doubt that he was a Dom.
"Yes, it's the best party in ages." He looked significantly at Tom.
Mischa sighed again. "Toby, this is Tom. Tom, Toby is the owner of the club and a friend of mine."
Toby held out his hand, and Tom shook it. "So good to meet you, Tom. Is it your first visit to a club like this, Tom?"
Tom was a little confused at the way Toby kept using his name. Mischa looked annoyed and a little bit sheepish. Or at least as close as a big, bad Dom could get to sheepish.
"Nice to meet you, too. And yes, it's my first night here." Tom pushed a bit closer to Mischa, needing the contact. He was talking to a stranger with his ass naked, for God's sake.
"I hope you'll enjoy it, Tom. And Mischa, let's have lunch next week." They set up a date, and Toby went out to the bar.
"What was that about, sir? Did I do something wrong by not calling him sir? He kept saying my name."
Mischa sighed. "No, he was just teasing me. Don't worry about it."
Tom didn't. Because Mischa said he shouldn't, and right now, he needed to just trust Mischa. Mischa comfortingly tightened his arm around Tom's shoulder, and Tom relaxed into it.
The crowd in the corner had dispersed, and now another couple went there, people starting to gather around again.
"This is going to be good. Come on, let's get closer." Mischa led him to the edge of the small stage.
It wasn't really a stage, just an area with a padded table raised ten inches or so above the rest of the floor. A big guy in his forties was helping a sub lie down. The sub was blond and young and looked really nervous while he was being restrained with heavy straps over his hips, legs and wrists. His Dom leaned down and kissed him before opening a case with some strange-looking, thin metal rods. The sub whimpered.
His Dom just smiled and started to stroke the little sub's already half-hard cock, using lots of lube. Then he started pushing lube into the slit, making the sub gasp. Tom looked questioningly at Mischa.
"He's preparing him for the sound. See, the metal rod there? It goes into Pete's dick."
Tom blinked, unable to take that in. Then he turned to get away.
Mischa caught him, held on. "What's wrong?"
"I... I don't want to watch that. He's going to bleed. I don't want to watch that."
Mischa wrapped his arms around Tom. "No, it's not like that." He inched them closer, ensuring that Tom couldn't turn away. Tom protested weakly and tried to hide against Mischa's chest. Mischa held on, soothing, but still forced him to watch.
"I know Pete, and I know Andrew, too. This has been a fantasy of Pete's for a long time, and now he's finally gotten up the courage to do it." The Dom had gotten out the metal thing and started lubing it up. Pete's breathing was harsh, but his dick was still hard.
"The first inch or so can hurt, but after that it slides in almost by itself. The feeling is incredible." It wasn't so much the words as the tone in Mischa's voice that made Tom stay.
"You... you've tried it, sir?"
"I have. And it was mind-blowing. Now, watch his face."
Tom was oblivious to anything other than the scene. The Dom's hands were steady, holding the sub's hard cock firmly and forcing the slit open. Pete whimpered, sounding so scared. But he didn't safeword, and Tom, fascinated, watched the sound disappear into him. The sub's eyes went wide, and then he screamed while the sound slid into him. The Dom just held on and smiled, gently stroking his forehead. The sub started babbling, going on and on about how big it was, that he needed it out, in, more, less. The Dom pulled the sound back and let it fall. Pete screamed again.
"I need to come! Sir, please, please, please..." The Dom just did it again, driving the little sub out of his mind.
Mischa chuckled. "He can't come while the sound is in him. It can be... quite frustrating."
The little blond was frantic now, and his Dom finally took pity on him and pulled out the sound. He came immediately, spurting all over himself. The Dom loosened the straps and lifted him up, and the sub started crying, clinging to the big man. Andrew kissed Pete's forehead and carried him away.
Tom didn't know where to look, feeling shaken. He clung to Mischa. Mischa hugged him tightly. "Andrew is taking Pete to one of the rooms in the back where he can take care of his sub. A scene like that can be very emotional." Tom held on, hiding his head in Mischa's shoulder. This was too much for him to take in.
"Is he okay, sir? Do you need anything?" The voice sounded familiar, but Tom didn't want to look up.
"He'll be fine, Rob, but I'd like some water, please." Mischa let his hands slide up and down Tom's back in long, soothing strokes. It helped Tom to breathe a bit easier, and he took a deep lungful of air and let it out.
"I... Sorry for being like this, sir." Tom suddenly felt so stupid. He should be able to handle this; he was a grown man.
Mischa kissed his hair. "Don't apologize. You're doing fine. It was an intense scene."
"Why do they do things like that, sir? He was screaming!"
"Yes, he was. So are you when we're playing -- all the time."
"This was different." It just was.
Mischa nodded. "It was intense. But did you see his eyes? And his dick?"
Tom nodded, too, mutely.
"And what did you see?"
Tom looked up. "He was so excited, sir." The sub had been. Driven out of his mind with it.
"Yes. Do you see why we use safewords -- and bondage? There was no way Pete could have taken that if he had had to lie still of his own will. But he could get out of it at any time if he had wanted to."
Tom had to acknowledge that. It wasn't so much the actual actions in the scene as the emotional outlet that had shaken him. The
sub had been so... naked.
Rob showed up with two bottles of water. "Do you feel better now?"
Tom nodded again, smiling a bit sheepishly.
"Don't worry; it can be scary to see an intense scene like that. But Andrew is taking good care of Pete. He's probably fucking the boy's brains out by now." Tom burst out laughing, couldn't help it at Rob's straightforwardness.
Mischa had opened one of the bottles and held it up to Tom's mouth, cradling his head while Tom drank. Suddenly, there was nobody but the two of them there. Tom closed his eyes, sinking into the feeling of being cared for, thirstily drinking the water.