Chapter 5
There was a good-sized crowd at Frisky Flirts, but Brett had learned long ago flogging events usually drew people to clubs. They parked and did the normal waiting in line to get in, signing the necessary forms, paying entrance fees, and getting a locker. Their coats, and Rylan’s street clothes, as well as their phones and wallets were securely locked away.
Brett wrapped his fingers around Rylan’s bicep and they headed into the main party room. There was a DJ and multicolored lights pulsating across the ceiling, a bar at one end Brett knew from previous visits served bottled spring water, sparkling water, and a variety of juices. Alcohol and BDSM didn’t mix. There were tables scattered around the perimeter and a dance floor in the center.
He leaned down so it was easier to talk in Rylan’s ear. “See those doors over there?” Brett nodded to the far wall.
“Yes, sir.”
“Those are where the private party rooms are and that end door is the main dungeon, that’s where the show is held. This, obviously, is where everyone can socialize and dance.” Brett twisted to the side and motioned to the far end and more doors. “Bathrooms.” He stopped long enough to give two solo Doms looking Rylan up and down a stern glare. One of the men nodded politely, his friend simply turned away with an indifferent shrug.
Rylan watched the exchange, his expression amused.
“What?” Brett grumbled.
“You’re jealous.”
“I’m not—I told you before as your Dom it’s—”
“Jealous.” Rylan turned and pressed in close. “It’s sweet.”
“I’m not sweet,” Brett protested. It was a difficult act to pull off with the corners of his mouth twitching up to a little smile.
Rylan stretched so he could whisper in Brett’s ear, “I love wearing this plug.”
Slipping one arm around Rylan’s waist, Brett turned them toward the dance floor. “We have some time before the show begins. Can you dance without the skates?”
Rylan gave him a small smirk and glanced down, at the same time running one finger along Brett’s waistband.
Brett chuckled and kissed Rylan’s forehead. “Let’s dance and take a look around, see if there’s anyone here you know.”
They melded into the crowd. Rylan was technically a professional dancer and followed Brett’s less than perfect lead effortlessly. He arched so his bare torso pressed against Brett and quivered when Brett’s hand smoothed over his ass and gave a little tug on the strap holding the plug into place. People were watching them, but Brett was pretty sure it was because of Rylan. Normally Brett felt too big and awkward beside Celia or Rylan but not tonight. Dancing with Rylan, Brett felt powerful and needed.
Rylan was so willing and submissive, and it was exciting the way Brett could encircle Rylan’s waist with his arm. As they swayed to the music Brett turned them in a slow circle, taking the opportunity to let one hand roam up Rylan’s back and over his ribs. When Rylan shivered Brett pulled him in tighter.
“See anyone familiar?” Brett murmured in Rylan’s ear then licked and nipped his earlobe.
“No, sir.” Rylan’s hips jerked forward, and he tried to rub his caged cock against Brett’s leg.
The music switched to something a little faster and they separated a bit and try as Brett did, he couldn’t match Rylan’s dance moves. It was fun watching him, however. Not to mention the sight kept Brett’s groin warm and feeling full. The next song had a great beat and Brett grabbed Rylan’s hand, pulled him close, and turned them across the floor. He didn’t miss how others constantly eyed Rylan’s lean body and defined legs. Brett found himself drawn more to Rylan’s silky blond hair, high cheekbones, and alluring green eyes.
Rylan had been right, Brett was jealous of the attention others were paying to him. He was just as thrilled by the fact Rylan appeared to only have eyes for Brett. It made Brett feel as if he was the center of the world for Rylan and that was exhilarating, but more so it was frightening. His earlier assessment was correct, Rylan was an addiction. The question was, did Brett want to sink farther in, or overcome that addiction.
An announcement that the show would begin shortly broke into Brett’s thoughts. Rylan sucked in a quick breath and the way his face lit up made Brett take his hand and pull him in for a quick kiss. “Shall we go get front row seats?”
As they made their way to the dungeon Brett held Rylan’s hand, keeping him close while he led the way to seats a few rows from the front and in the middle. He used one hand on Rylan’s shoulder to guide him down. When Rylan’s rear hit the chair seat, Brett leaned on his shoulder until Rylan gasped and shuddered out a breath. Brett gently rocked Rylan against the chair back until his fingers dug into his knees, knuckles going white. When Brett let go, Rylan sagged back in the chair.
“Doing okay?” Brett asked and settled in the chair beside Rylan.
“Y-yes, sir. Great actually.” Rylan glanced sideways at Brett then looked down.
“You’ll need to look up to see the show,” Brett reminded him. He rested his arm on the back of Rylan’s chair and rubbed between his shoulder blades a few times.
It didn’t take long before all the seats were full and the lights were dimmed. Two women and a man, the subs, took their places on the stage. Two Doms and a Domme followed and introduced themselves, using the title Master or Mistress before their names. One sub was cuffed to a Saint Andrews cross, the second was bent over a chair, and the third was tied in ropes with complicated knots then secured to the frame of an angled table.
As each sub was prepared the Master or Mistress gave a detailed explanation of what was being done, how to perform it safely and what equipment was used. They used a combination of floggers with multiple short leather straps, a riding crop, and a few styles of paddles. Every crack of instrument against skin, every grunt and groan made Rylan shift and squirm in his seat.
The show progressed and Rylan stilled beside Brett. He leaned forward, rapt attention on the stage. Brett barely paid attention to the show other than to keep track of what seemed to excite Rylan the most.
It was the paddles.
Each time one of the paddles was used on the subs Rylan’s breath would catch and a he’d shiver. When Brett reached over with his free hand and took Rylan’s hand in his own Rylan’s fingers clenched closed around his. Rylan moved his hips very slowly side to side, no doubt getting intense pressure and pleasure from the plug. Brett’s other arm was still behind Rylan’s shoulders allowing him to run his fingers through Rylan’s hair.
When the lights started to raise, signaling the show was coming to an end, Brett gave Rylan’s hand a slight squeeze. Applause from the audience accompanied the spectators beginning to move about. Brett stood and at the same time commanded in a low voice, “Come with me, boy.”
Rylan glanced up for a second. His face was flushed, his eyes had a slight glaze, and the slight pink flowed down his neck and across his chest. The sight made Brett’s mouth water and his cock harden even more. Brett led Rylan to the lockers, dressed Rylan for the drive back, collected all their belongings and took Rylan’s hand in his own once more.
It was a ten-minute drive to the hotel and it seemed like an eternity until Brett would have Rylan all to himself in the hotel. He had no idea if their little ‘mission’ to be seen together worked, but it suddenly didn’t seem as important as it had the day before. There’d been a lot of people at the club and if someone recognized them Brett hadn’t been aware of it, only time would tell if their plan worked.
Tonight, he had a very willing sub, one who was ready to be his, all Brett had to do was ask. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to put that question out there just yet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy their time together.
* * * *
Sometime during the demonstration Rylan’s focus narrowed down to only what was happening on the stage. It was as if the only thing his brain was capable of focusing on were the paddles, floggers, restraints, the look of the subs’ flesh, the soun
ds created and what he imagined they felt. He was acutely aware of Brett’s strong hand holding his, the feel of his muscular arm around Rylan’s back and the heat given off from his body.
His ass was delightfully full and it didn’t take long for him to discover how slight movements sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him. Brett was attentive, caring, and so very masterful, particularly when he led Rylan from the club. He held Rylan’s hand tightly while he unlocked the car and opened the door. Letting go of Rylan’s hand, Brett held him about the waist with one hand, while using the other to pinch his nipple before gripping his caged cock and squeezing. Rylan dropped his head back and Brett raked his teeth up and down Rylan’s throat a few times before lifting him into the car. He swung Rylan’s legs around and closed the car door before jogging to the other side and climbing inside.
When they reached the hotel parking garage it was late enough that no one was around. “Stay,” Brett ground out, shut the car down, and got out.
A second later Rylan’s door opened and Rylan was guided out. Brett slammed the door shut and pinned Rylan against the car, took both of his wrists in one hand and held Rylan’s arms over his head. He bent and claimed Rylan’s mouth in a hard, desperate kiss. Rylan frantically tried to grind his pelvis against Brett’s but he’d positioned himself against Rylan to make that impossible.
Brett broke their kiss and spoke near Rylan’s ear. “You loved that show.”
It wasn’t a question, so Rylan wasn’t permitted to speak. He groaned softly and rested his forehead against Brett’s shoulder.
“What did you like the most?” Brett’s voice was husky and made Rylan shiver.
“The paddles, sir.” Just the thought of Brett wielding a paddle against Rylan’s flesh, turning his ass red made Rylan’s cock jerk and his head reel. Both of Brett’s hands skimmed Rylan’s sides, coming to a stop on his ass. He dug his fingers in, kneading and squeezing then pressed against the plug’s base. Rylan gasped out a short, strangled cry and arched up on his toes.
“Paddles it is.” Brett released Rylan and stepped away, taking his hand again and leading Rylan to the elevator.
The elevator, like the parking garage was deserted. Rylan stood against the wall, behind Brett, his hand gripped in Brett’s. He focused on the little screen with the floor number, thinking they’d never get to their floor.
“When we get to the room you will take everything off except the cage and belt,” Brett ordered.
As soon as they were inside their room, Rylan hurried to do as Brett bid. Brett crossed both arms in front of him and paced around Rylan a few times before coming to a halt directly in front of him and removing his leather vest.
Rylan slowly sank to his knees before Brett. He used the palms of both hands to rub Brett’s groin, encouraged by the moan and shiver from Brett. With shaking fingers Rylan unbuttoned and unzipped Brett’s pants. He glanced up and Brett nodded once, then ran his fingers though Rylan’s hair. Rylan freed Brett’s cock, licking along the length and used two fingers to reach inside his pants and rub Brett’s balls. It didn’t take long before Brett’s breathing was ragged and Rylan felt his body tense.
“No,” Brett growled.
Rylan stopped at once then leaned back on his heels. Brett tucked himself into his pants and zipped them back up before he reached down then took Rylan’s arms and pulled him to his feet. “Stay.”
Rylan stood there, naked other than the woven, leather cock cage. Brett crossed the room and pulled a long, dark, wooden paddle from one of the bags containing his purchases. He rapped it against his hand a few times before commanding, “Lean over the back of the chair.”
As soon as he complied, Rylan’s legs were kicked apart. His heart pounded when he heard the whoosh of the paddle followed by the crack of it against his right ass cheek and the sting that jolted through to nestle in his balls. Short, sharp slaps were followed by slower, hard hits to his ass, then alternately to the backs and insides of his thighs. Rylan tried to count them, but after a few minutes that became an impossible task. The only thing Rylan was able to comprehend was the sting slithering up and down his spine, coursing through his cock and encircling his balls. Pre-cum oozed from his slit and trickled down his shaft. Every hit of the paddle made Rylan rock up on his toes and shift from foot to foot. Each of those movements forced the plug to jostle against his prostate. Desperate sounds filled Rylan’s ears and it took a few seconds for him to realize they came from him. Nonsense words babbled from Rylan’s mouth and his breathing was nothing but quick pants.
Then, without warning all too soon the paddling stopped. “No, more, need more,” Rylan begged.
Brett barked a short laugh. “Not until you learn what no talking means.”
The strap between Rylan’s cheeks was released and the plug eased out, making Rylan nearly sob. The feeling of being empty, the joy that came with the plug faded.
“Fuck, yeah,” Brett growled.
Rylan hadn’t realized Brett had moved away until he felt his presence behind him again. Brett grabbed Rylan around the hips and pulled him back. Rylan felt Brett’s cock, covered in a condom and lube, push slowly into him. He’d barely had time to gasp or think when both of Brett’s hands were on his hips, holding him still while Brett slammed into him, pulled partially out and thrust forward again. His fingers gripped Rylan’s hips hard—there’d probably be marks left—and his hips jerked back and forth before Brett moaned and shoved forward hard, pulling Rylan back against him at the same time.
Brett’s thick cock pulsed inside Rylan, further igniting the sensations burning through Rylan. Brett’s harsh breathing was in Rylan’s ear and Rylan forgot to be embarrassed by the shameless, lusty noises that burst out of him. Rylan’s knees buckled and he would have sunk to the floor had Brett not held him firmly against the chair. It took a few minutes before Brett’s body stopped shaking and his breathing evened out.
All too soon Brett’s cock was gone and he moved away. Rylan stood there, trembling, hanging onto the back of the chair for dear life. He heard the bathroom sink water run for a few minutes before Brett returned. The bottle of lube was set at Rylan’s feet, the plug reinserted, and the strap pulled tight.
Brett massaged Rylan’s shoulders then turned him around, covering his cheek, neck, and lips with light kisses. Taking Rylan by the hand Brett led him to the bed, pulled back the covers, and sat Rylan down. He stood there, stroking Rylan’s hair. “Wonderful,” Brett murmured. He nudged Rylan’s shoulder until Rylan was laying down then the covers were pulled over him.
“In the morning we’ll see if you’ve learned the ‘no talking’ lesson.” Brett bent down and gave Rylan another kiss before he began to step away.
Rylan reached out, took Brett’s hand, and gave a little tug.
“No, not yet,” Brett said softly and pulled his hand free. He opened the pull-out chair, arranged a pillow and blankets, then turned out the lights. “I’m going to sleep very well, thank you.”
* * * *
Rylan tossed and turned. The plug up his ass kept him half hard, the cock cage kept him from any relief and his dick felt like a hot poker between his legs. He’d doze, roll over, the plug would move and he’d get little electric shocks that went straight to his cock. Finally, when sunlight peeked through the window, Rylan got up and went to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and turned to look at his ass, running one hand over the pink skin, and shivered. The black leather of the belt made his reddened skin stand out.
Celebration on Ice had a matinee in the late morning, but Rylan would still have to show up for rehearsal in the afternoon.
“Like that look?” Brett’s deep voice made Rylan jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He set the pump-bottle of lube on a shelf in the counter.
Rylan smiled shyly. “Yes, sir. Very much, sir.” He took in the sight of Brett, naked, cock curving up toward his belly and his swarthy skin covered with darker hair that outlined the thick muscles of his thighs.
Brett paced to the walk-in shower and turned it on. “You do not come until given permission. Can you do that?” He grabbed the lube and placed it on a shelf inside the shower with some condoms.
“I think so, sir. I’d like to try. I’ll need training to be successful, sir.”
Brett stepped up to him. “Remember, no talking unless I ask a question.” He ran his hands down Rylan’s arms then reached around and unbuckled the belt, letting it drop to the floor. Brett held Rylan’s hands while he stepped out of the leather garment, and then Brett walked backward, guiding Rylan to the shower stall. “Face the wall, hold onto the bars. Use your safeword if you need to.”
Rylan nodded and took a few deep breaths. Brett spent a few minutes lathering Rylan, washing him and generally roaming Rylan’s body with his hands. He pressed close and eventually began paying special attention to Rylan’s nipples, twisting slowly and adding little tugs. Waves of pleasure fanned out across Rylan’s chest and his hips moved side to side, sliding over Brett’s warm, wet thighs. The balmy water combined with the scent of their bodies creating a heady aroma. When Brett began pulling the plug out Rylan shoved his ass back and widened his stance.
He almost let slip with an, “Oh yeah.” But caught himself and drew the “Oh,” out to a long, breathy moan.
Brett snickered. Obviously, Rylan’s near infringement and quick save didn’t get past him. He moved the plug slowly, easing it partially out, then back in to bump Rylan’s sweet spot. It was another minute or two before the plug was removed completely and Brett reached for the bottle of lube and a condom. As the night before, the plug was replaced by Brett’s cock, but this time there was no urgency to Brett’s movements. His hips rolled easily. The sensation made Rylan arch back and Brett put his hand flat on Rylan’s taut abs, spreading his fingers wide, holding them together.
Rylan moaned and gasped when Brett’s other hand took firm hold of Rylan’s cock. Brett timed the movement of his hand on Rylan’s cock with his increasingly powerful thrusts. He licked across Rylan’s shoulder, along his neck and nipped lightly at his ear. Rylan was sure he wouldn’t be able to last much longer when Brett whispered, “Come for me.”
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