Dom of Ages

by K. C. Wells

  “I’ve heard about your famous rules.” Thomas arched an eyebrow, and I grinned. “Ben, who else?” My grin faded a little as I recalled our conversation. According to Ben, I’d already broken a good number of those rules.

  Well, not any longer.

  “Speaking of Ben,” Leo interjected, “he speaks highly of you, which makes Thomas’s job a little easier—he’s the one who vets all our prospective members. But we do like to get a flavor of your skills. That’s why we ask applicants to do an interview scene, as it were. It’s usually just me or Thomas, but sometimes it’s both of us. We prefer to see you in action before we give the final thumbs-up.”

  I sipped my soda, my mind already racing, trying to work out what I’d like to do.

  “We can arrange for you to do the scene with one of the submissives from the club, if you’d prefer.” Thomas pushed the folder across the desk toward me.

  “I think I’d like to discuss that with Jarod, although I’m fairly certain I know what his response will be.”

  Thomas nodded. “I asked because I appreciate you two haven’t been that long together. It’s sometimes easier to do a scene with a sub who isn’t used to you, who doesn’t know your reactions.” He smiled. “It can produce quite intense scenes.”

  Leo grinned. “And don’t think I don’t know exactly which scene you’re thinking about, old man.”

  I liked the way Leo and Thomas interacted. It spoke of two men who really knew each other, and it was plain there was real affection between them. “I’ll speak with Jarod before we leave,” I said. “And then we’ll sort out a day and time. Weekends are easiest, as my hours during the week can vary.”

  They nodded. I rose to my feet, eager to talk with my pet. “I’d like to go find Jarod.”

  Leo nodded and copied my actions. “I’ll walk out with you.” He glanced at Thomas and winked. “Having seen who’s sitting around that table, I feel the need to keep an eye on them.”

  Thomas chuckled. “Well, don’t look at me. Mine is the quiet one, thank God. Your husband, on the other hand….” He glanced in my direction and grinned. “We shouldn’t complain. They keep us young.”

  I thanked him and followed Leo out into the club, clutching the folder. Jarod was still sitting in the bar, not talking much but watching the goings-on with a smile. His face lit up when he saw me, and he stood up. Leo and I walked over to the table, and it was reassuring to note the reactions of the submissives. These were clearly well-trained young men, and it was obvious from their gazes that Leo was held in high esteem.

  “Come with me, pet.” I waited as Jarod extricated himself from the group and joined me. “We need to talk.”

  “You can have this table, Sir,” Scott said politely, rising to his feet. “I think we’ve answered Jarod’s questions.”

  Jarod nodded. “Thank you.” One by one the subs got up and left the table, although it warmed me that they all gave Jarod a squeeze on his arm or a pat on the back as they passed him. Except for Scott. He had to take one more hug. Jarod’s face glowed with pleasure.

  “I’ll leave you to it,” Leo said quietly, before turning to Jarod. “I hope to see you soon, Jarod.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jarod lowered his gaze.

  When we were alone, I indicated a chair and we sat. I placed the folder in front of me on the table and took a drink of my soda. “Well, pet?”

  His eyes were bright. “I like this place.” His voice was warm.

  I heaved an internal sigh of relief. “Yeah, me too.” I tapped the folder with a forefinger. “I’ve got all the necessary forms. There is one thing, however. They’d like me to do a scene for them, and they said if I want, I can do it with one of the subs.” I mentally sat back and awaited his reaction.

  His eyes flashed. “Er, no, Sir.” He spoke in an unexpectedly firm tone. I stared at him. Jarod’s jaw set. “The only arse you touch is mine, Sir.”

  I was glad I’d swallowed that last mouthful of soda.

  “Well, now we’ve cleared that up….” I grinned. “What shall we do for them?” I had an idea already percolating. I was hoping I knew enough about Jarod’s character to have gauged him correctly. “I was going to suggest that instead of doing our scene in a private room, that we do a demonstration instead.” I could already see it in my imagination: Jarod bound, on that stage, submitting to me in front of everyone. Jarod naked, my marks on him….

  Fuck. I was suddenly as hard as steel.

  Jarod’s eyes widened. “Oh?” He pushed his shoulders back, his chest out.

  Yeah, I knew him. “I recall you saying how much Phillip liked to show you off and how much you enjoyed it. And we don’t have to do something new.” Right then, I was happy to consider a scene where we both felt comfortable. Time enough to push boundaries once we were members. “Maybe when we get home we can go to my playroom and see what we’d feel happy using in a scene. Let’s face it, there’s plenty of things to play with in that cupboard of mine.”

  Now that got a reaction.

  Jarod grinned. “I vote for anything from the top shelf.”

  My skin prickled. He was referring to my collection of floggers, whips, riding crops….

  My grin matched his. “Nice to know we’re on the same page, pet.”

  This was going to be fun.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jarod

  I HUNG limply from the St. Andrew’s, my breathing staccato as I gulped in air. From farther away came the hum of voices, but those gathered around the stage were quiet. I could feel their eyes on me, even though I couldn’t see them. I knew Peter, Alex, Scott, and a few others were right at the front. They’d watched me climb onto the stage, all of them giving me the thumbs-up as I took my position. I’d spotted Leo and Thomas not far behind them.

  I sent out the silent prayer. Let me make you proud of me, Sir.

  Eli stepped closer and ran his fingers across my abraded skin. “You took those well, pet. I was right too. Your skin took my marks beautifully. Are you ready to continue?”

  I didn’t trust myself to open my mouth, so I nodded. A swift crack of the hand across my butt cheek followed by “use words, pet” had me hissing out, “Yesssssss.”

  “That’s better.” I felt the soft press of his lips to my shoulder before he moved away. I turned my head to follow him, watching him kneel beside the bag of goodies he’d brought from home. My heart pounded when he straightened with the whip I’d seen him pack earlier.

  A new whip.

  Eli was back at my side. “This is a special device,” he said softly. “It’s called a Florida Cow Whip, and it’s made from a soft nylon material. Before you start thinking this will be easy, I promise it won’t. Once I wet it, this will give you a sting unlike anything you’ve felt before.” His gaze met mine. “You have your safeword, and you will use it if necessary.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I swallowed hard and then straightened as best I could.

  Eli took the whip and ran it through a bowl of water that his friend Ben had given him. I could hear the murmurs of the crowd; then my attention narrowed, and I focused on Eli’s voice. Listening to his measured tone calmed me. My heart soared when he told me how proud he was. Then I readied myself.

  The first snap of the whip proved to me how right he was. Delicious pain seared through my right arse cheek, and I arched my back, pulling at the cuffs. Several more cracks followed in quick succession. The sweat poured down my skin. Never before had I known this delicious haze. My body was aflame, and my blood was ice. As if outside myself, I heard the low moan.

  “S-so good, Sir,” I cried out. Another crack had me going up onto the balls of my feet. “Yours, Sir.”

  Eli

  SEEING HIM submit so beautifully, hearing his words, had me hard and aching.

  “Yes, Jarod. It’s just you and me now. Sir and pet. Sing for me now. I want to hear your voice. Let them hear you.”

  A flick of my wrist and the nylon grazed across his body again, tearing a scream from Jarod. Hea
vy red marks across his back and buttocks proved how much he could take, but I knew one last use of the whip would undo him.

  “Take one more for me.”

  I pulled back and let loose, the tails hitting him squarely on his lower back. He cried out and then hung limply, his head bowed, panting.

  From all around the stage came a loud burst of applause and shouts of approval. I moved swiftly to undo his restraints, and Miles and Jonathon helped me lower him to the floor. I held Jarod in my arms, careful of his back, and whispered, “You were magnificent, pet. I have never been prouder in my life.”

  Jarod was still flying, his eyes glazed over. I held him while the applause died down and the audience dispersed, giving us space. After a while, his gaze flickered up to meet mine, and he gave me a smile. I stroked his cheek. “Welcome back, pet. And now I’m going to take you somewhere a bit more private where I can see to your back.” I let my gaze drift lower, taking in his erect dick. I grinned. “And other needs.”

  The soft moan that met my words made me harder than ever.

  I helped him to his feet, and my chest swelled with pride when he walked off the main floor by my side, a little unsteady but clearly in control. We made our way to the private rooms, walking through a throng of men who applauded and shouted, patting me on the back. Once inside the room, I led him over to the bed that was covered in black vinyl. I spread out the folded towel that I found there. “Facedown, pet.”

  Jarod stretched out on his front, and I carefully applied lotion. He lay there, quiet, still blissed out. I opened the little fridge and took out a bottle of water. “Drink this.” Jarod propped himself up on his elbow and glugged down the contents. He handed me the empty bottle and then lowered himself facedown onto the towel once more, his breathing more regular.

  I ran my hands over his skin, loving the feel of the firm globes of his arse. My cock, which had throbbed during the entire scene, was still ramrod straight, and right then I needed.

  “On your knees, Jarod, chest to the bed.” I reached into my leather pants and pulled out my dick.

  “Sir.” He complied immediately, tucking his legs beneath him and reaching back to pull apart his cheeks. His own erect cock pointed downward, thick and heavy.

  Looks like someone else needs too.

  I looked around and spotted a bowl containing condoms and sachets of lube. Perfect. I snatched up a couple of them and commenced covering my aching hard-on. When I pressed two slick fingers into his waiting hole, Jarod moaned, the sound deepening as I thrust them into him. I couldn’t wait any longer. I lined up my rigid cock and pushed into him in one long thrust, the smooth leather of my pants meeting his arse cheeks.

  “Sir,” he whispered as I took my pleasure from his body, not holding back. I grabbed hold of his hips and slammed into him, groaning when he rocked back to meet my thrusts, his breathing punctuating each slide of my cock. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my orgasm began to boil. I pounded his arse, plowing into him, moving faster.

  “My pet,” I roared as I emptied my balls into the latex, my body shuddering as I covered him. Beneath me he trembled, and I knew he needed release. “Come for me.”

  Jarod wrapped his hand around his dick and tugged once, twice. Seconds later he pushed out a long groan and shivers ran the length of his body, come erupting from him, so stark against the black vinyl. I stroked him until the last drop fell, my cock still buried in his heat. When we were both breathing less erratically, I eased out of him and disposed of the condom. I helped him into a sitting position. “You ready to leave this room?”

  He flushed. “Would you mind if I took a little longer? I just want to lie here and… recuperate.” Jarod grinned. “It’s been a while since I did a scene like that, not to mention getting royally fucked afterward.”

  Damn. That made me feel good. Then his words sank in. “Are you okay?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir.” His face was alight. “But we’re talking a few years here since I did this kind of scene. I feel….”

  “Knackered?” I suggested with a grin.

  He laughed. “Yeah. Please, Sir, you go out and talk with Leo and Thomas. Find out what they thought of your debut.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Personally, if they weren’t impressed with that, there’s something wrong with them, because you were amazing.”

  I leaned forward, bringing our mouths together in a soft kiss. “You were the amazing one, pet.” He moaned into my kiss, our tongues sliding against each other. I sucked at his bottom lip, loving the way he trembled against me. When we parted, I smiled. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be out there when you’re ready.” One last kiss and I left him sitting on the bed.

  Time to see what Leo and Thomas had made of our scene.

  Jarod

  I LAY down on the towel and let out a long, drawn-out sigh. My back stung, my body ached, my hole ached, my balls ached—and I’d never felt this good. I didn’t intend taking too long, just a few minutes to collect my thoughts before I joined Sir. I didn’t want the other club members to see me in my present state. For the first time, I felt my age.

  It occurred to me that I was probably feeling the same as any Dom my age who’d just taken part in a heavy scene, but somehow that was okay. I knew the subs out there had welcomed me seemingly without a second thought about my age, but that didn’t mean I wanted to appear any less than them. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t need some respite after a scene like mine. I’d rather they saw me when I was feeling less… achy.

  There was a soft knock at the door, and I was surprised when Peter poked his head around it. “We okay to come in? Master Eli told us where you were. If we’re intruding, just—”

  “Oh, get in here,” I said with a smile, wondering just who “we” were. The door opened fully, and I stared as Peter, Alex, Scott, Dorian, and another submissive that I didn’t recognize filed into the room. I sat up, not concerned by my nudity, but grateful that Eli had dropped the used condom into the bin.

  Not that they needed to see it. Alex sniffed up once and grinned. “Someone had a nice end to his scene.”

  Scott snorted. “That’s Alex’s polite way of saying this room reeks of sex.” His blunt words were greeted with giggles and snorts. I knew I was blushing. He dashed forward, his face glowing. “You were awesome!” The others joined him. Scott nudged the stranger. “This is Gareth. He wanted to come meet you.”

  Gareth gave me a warm smile. “That was a brilliant scene. Sorry I didn’t meet you the other day when you came to visit. This lot have been telling me all about you.”

  “Judging from the expressions on Leo and Thomas’s faces, I’d say they were really impressed by the scene,” Alex said in a gleeful tone. “I think you’re in, Jarod.”

  Yes! My one regret was that I wasn’t there to see the look on Eli’s face.

  Peter stood beside me. “How’s your back?” He rested his hand on my shoulder, the touch gentle.

  “It’s fine,” I assured him. All this attention was making me feel very welcome. “I’m glad you liked the scene, but I certainly didn’t expect you to come find me like this.”

  Peter flushed. “That’s down to me. I asked them to come with me, because I wanted to talk to you all, but away from our masters.”

  That piqued my interest. “Oh?” The others all turned to peer at him. I gestured to the bed, scooping up my towel. “Come and sit down, guys.”

  Alex and Scott hopped up onto the bed next to me, while Gareth and Dorian grabbed chairs from along the wall. Peter stood at the foot of the bed, blinking and shifting from one foot to another. I knew from our conversation earlier in the week that he was twenty-nine, but in that moment he seemed much younger.

  “I wanted your advice about something,” he began, his cheeks flushed. “It’s Sir’s birthday soon. He’s going to be fifty-nine, and I wanted to do something special for his birthday.”

  “And you want suggestions?” I said.

  He nodded. “The thing is, I’ve been trying t
o visit the club more, to share his life here.” There were nods from Alex and Scott: clearly they’d noticed. “The guys are right, that was a fantastic scene, but doing something like that, it’s just not me.” His gaze met mine. “One day I’ll tell you my story, okay?” I nodded. There was something about Peter that tugged at me. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I really liked him.

  “I want to do something for Sir, but here, at the club,” Peter said at last. He glanced at us. “You all do scenes with your masters, and you make them so proud of you. I want….” He took a deep breath. “I want to show him how much I love him, to show him how much I’ve grown, how much I’ve changed. Because that’s all down to him.” He swallowed.

  Alex was off the bed in a flash and at Peter’s side, holding him tight in a fierce hug. Next to me, Scott wiped his eyes. All of a sudden I ached to know what had happened in Peter’s life, because it had obviously been momentous, judging by the reactions of his friends.

  Gareth was leaning forward, hands clasped between his knees. “So… you want to do something at the club, that’s not a scene, but that is you stepping out of your comfort zone.”

  Peter nodded. “Exactly.”

  “Well….” Gareth drew out the syllable. “I do have an idea.” All heads turned in his direction, and he grinned. “Why don’t you do a lap dance for him? In the group room?”

  Peter’s jaw dropped. “A lap dance? But… I can’t….” His mouth snapped shut.

  Gareth nodded. “Yeah, you can. I’d show you. It wouldn’t have to be a long dance, just the length of one song.” There was that grin again. “Nothing like the three songs I get to do at the club.”

  Scott leaned against me and whispered, “Gareth’s a pole dancer and stripper at a gay strip club around the corner.”