Being Graves: A Club Irons Novel

by Sera, Drew

“A little bit, though I will admit, the candles you were using looked great. They made that girl moan instead of scream. Sorry, man, let me introduce myself; I’m Colin.”

  “I’m Anthony, nice to meet you.”

  The other guy that was with Colin reached across him with an outstretched hand.

  “I’m Matt. I caught your rope scene last weekend. How long have you been rigging?”

  “Since July. Lots to learn still,” I said and shook his hand.

  I sat at the bar and talked for a few hours with Colin and Matt. They’re both from the Bay Area too and are die-hard 49ers fan. Even though they were both six years older than I was, we had a lot in common, and they were great to talk to.

  * * *

  Colin and Matt invited me to dinner and to go golfing with them. I’ve only known them for a few weeks, but I feel like the three of us have been friends for a long time. The two of them are so easy to be around. And maybe it’s because they know nothing of my past.

  It was a Thursday night, I had just gotten home from work and walked inside to a ringing phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Anthony, it’s Colin. Have you eaten dinner yet?”

  “No, I just got home from work.”

  “Matt and I are meeting for dinner at Vito’s on Las Vegas Boulevard. Want to come along?”

  I glanced around my kitchen and rubbed on my empty stomach. I didn’t even know what I had in the house for dinner.

  “Yeah, what time?”

  “Does thirty minutes work for you?”

  “Yeah, I’ll see you guys there.”

  I hung up and quickly changed from my dress slacks, shirt and tie and into jeans and a navy button-down shirt before making my way to Vito’s.

  I was waiting in the lobby and stood when they approached the restaurant. Colin gave me a quick upward nod to greet me and went over to the hostess stand while Matt came right over to me.

  “Hey, Anthony.”

  “Hi, Matt. How’s work?”

  “Busy today. The emergency room was full of patients. It goes in spurts, you know? Some days are really calm, and others are just nightmares,” he added.

  I knew Matt was a doctor but wasn’t sure what kind exactly. Since he was talking about the emergency room though, I deduced that’s where he worked.

  “Table’s ready, guys,” Colin called over to us.

  I trailed behind Matt and Colin to a table near the window and sat down to Colin’s left and Matt’s right. Colin and Matt each ordered beers, but I just got a Coke. I worried for a minute that these two were going to think there was something wrong with me for not ordering a beer too. They hadn’t said anything about it by the time dinner rolls were brought out, so I relaxed about it.

  “So, we know what you do with your evenings, Anthony. What line of work are you in by day?” Colin asked.

  “I work for Schmidt and Sons Accounting Firm,” I said.

  “No shit? What do you do for them?” Colin asked.

  “I’ve only been with them a few months now. I’m just shadowing the accountants at the speed of molasses.”

  Matt and Colin laughed.

  “Not quick enough for you?” Matt asked.

  “Not really. I think they’re just being overly cautious and making sure I know what I’m doing before they turn me loose and give me my own clients.”

  “Where’d you go to college?” Matt inquired.

  “UC Berkeley.”

  Colin gestured to Matt and then looked at me.

  “That’s another thing we have in common; the three of us went to California universities,” Colin said.

  I laughed and took a sip of my Coke.

  “Where did you guys go?”

  “We both went to UCLA. Though, Colin entered a year after I did and graduated a few years before me,” Matt said.

  “Sorry, not my fault you decided to become a doctor,” Colin joked, and Matt flipped him off, which made me laugh. “Matt’s dad and brother are doctors too.”

  I nodded. I wanted to offer up that my dad had been a doctor too, but thinking about him made my chest hurt again. And it was almost perfect timing for them to ask me the next obvious question.

  “How about you, Anthony, do you have any family out here?” Colin asked.

  “No. My mother and stepfather died a while back, and my father passed away just a few months ago. I don’t have any siblings.” I took a quick sip of Coke, and when I swallowed, that lump was back in my throat. Fuck. “So, it’s just me.”

  Our server placed our meals in front of us, and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to eat much. The ache in my chest was back, and now the fucking lump in my throat was there too. I took a deep breath and felt the ache as I reached for the salt.

  “I’m all that’s left of my family, too,” Colin said and took a bite of his food. “My parents and brother were killed in a car accident over the Thanksgiving holiday when I was nine.”

  “Jesus,” I said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It was a long time ago, but I think about them often and especially every Thanksgiving.”

  “Colin and his brother were twins,” Matt added.

  “Wow, I can’t imagine what that must have been like,” I said.

  I don’t know why, and I’m probably going to hell anyhow, but when Colin told me that he lost his family too, the ache in my chest seemed to subside just a tiny bit. I wasn’t happy that the guy lost his family, but maybe a small piece of me thought that he knew how I felt too.

  “It was rough for a while.” Colin tipped back his beer bottle. “But, luckily Matt’s parents had been best friends with my parents, and they took me in.”

  I nodded and worked on my food for a few moments.

  “So, I got another brother to get in trouble with.” Matt joked. “I had to share a room with this guy.”

  Colin flipped him off.

  “I was a good roommate.”

  “Mmhmm,” Matt made a sarcastic noise as he was chewing.

  I liked these guys. They were fun to be around and clearly had a great friendship.

  “So, how long have you been a member of Club Irons?” Colin asked me.

  “Not too long. I was accepted into the mentorship program this past spring, and Blake’s been working with me ever since.”

  “That’s fantastic. I’ve heard nothing but great things about Blake. Matt knows Luke, and we got our reference from him.”

  “I know Luke! He’s an amazing rigger. I’ve learned a lot from him. Great guy.”

  Talk for the rest of our meal centered around Irons and the lifestyle. Neither of the guys had submissives of their own, and both have been playing with a few girls off and on in Irons. Next thing I knew was that it was going on midnight.

  “Fuck, I’ve got to get up early for work tomorrow. I need to get going guys, sorry.” I pulled out my wallet to pay, but Colin intercepted the bill.

  “I got it. You can get the next one,” Colin said.

  “Next one’s on me, thank you,” I said.

  In the parking lot, I thanked them for inviting me out tonight and told them I’d catch them at Irons this weekend. They invited me golfing with them tomorrow afternoon, but I had to decline since I was working.

  “No biggie. Anytime you find a Friday afternoon with no work, you’re always invited to join us. Matt thinks he’s a fucking god with the golf club, so hopefully you play better than I do,” Colin said.

  “Ha, don’t count on it. I’ve never swung a club,” I said.

  “Ever play baseball?” Matt asked.

  Baseball. I loved baseball when I was in high school. It was the closest at the time that I ever felt to belonging somewhere, until I found Irons. I nodded and confirmed that I’ve played baseball.

  “It’s the same type of swing, just downward. Trust me, if you’ve played baseball, you will pick golf up in a second,” Matt said.

  “You know, on second thought, I will join you guys tomorrow. I’ll just do a half day of work.”


  “Yeah! Now you’re talking. Ok, do you know where the Dragon Bourne Golf Course is?” Colin asked.

  “Yeah, I think so. Out in Henderson?”

  “Yep, 2:00. Matt and I meet in the clubhouse and then go out. See you tomorrow, Anthony.”

  I headed to my truck, and when I got in, I couldn’t help but smile.

  “See, dad. I think I finally found some friends.”

  * * *

  After I left work, I went to a sporting goods store and quickly found some golf shorts, shoes, and a collared shirt. I didn’t have any golf attire, nor did I ever think I’d have a need for it.

  I arrived at the Dragon Bourne Golf Course at 1:45 p.m. and pulled up to the gated entrance. A gate guard stepped out from his gatekeeper booth as I rolled my window down.

  “Name, sir?” he asked.

  “Anthony Graves. I’m meeting—”

  The man gave my door frame a pat with his hand, and he nodded.

  “Mr. Everett said he was expecting you. Are you going to his home or straight to the golf course, Mr. Graves?”

  “Golf course.”

  “Ok, after you get through the gates, make a right at the stop sign and follow that street until you get to the clubhouse. It will take you straight to it.”

  I nodded my thanks and went through the gates.

  “Well, fuck me.”

  I said out loud in my car as I drove past some of the most incredible looking homes I’ve ever laid eyes on. These mansions lined the golf course, and all of them were stunning and unique. I walked into the clubhouse and immediately saw Colin at a table on the patio. He was already dressed, ready for golf. He stood as I approached with my gym bag.

  “Locker room is down this hall and to your right. Matt’s running a little late, so we can just wait for him on the patio if that’s cool with you?”

  “Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll go change.”

  The locker room was kind of what I feared it would be. There were a bunch of old guys either in the middle of undressing or completely naked. And they were just standing there, debating scores as if they weren’t naked. I made no eye contact and found a small section as far away from them as I could.

  I quickly changed and put my stuff in a locker and headed back out to the patio. When I sat down, a waitress came over, and I ordered a Coke.

  “Matt’s almost here.”

  I nodded and looked at the TV overhead that was showing some highlights of some football.

  “Football your favorite sport?” Colin asked.

  “Yes, definitely.”

  A few minutes later, Matt arrived and then we were off to play the front nine. Colin handed me one of his drivers and said I could go first.

  “Ok, I’ve never swung a golf club, so hopefully I don’t land on my ass.”

  I set the ball up on the tee and lined my feet up. I drew the club back, kept my eye on the ball and brought the club down fast.

  Ping!

  I hit it!

  “Damn!” Matt said as Colin laughed.

  I held my hand above my eyes to shield them from the sun while I looked for the ball. Colin was doubled over laughing while Matt walked closer.

  “Where the fuck is my ball?” I asked in all seriousness.

  “Dude, your ball is somewhere over on the second hole. You beat the shit out of that ball. We’re going to have to work on a little finesse with you, Anthony,” Matt said as he shook my shoulder playfully.

  I turned to look at Colin, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. His face was red, and he was clutching his stomach.

  “Oh, damn that was funny. Anthony, your face was so serious, man. You were concentrating so hard, and I was worried you might not make contact with the ball. Then you just annihilated it.” Colin stood upright with his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Fuck, that was great.”

  Colin and I burst out laughing even harder when Matt’s perfect swing landed his ball about twenty feet from the hole. He turned and looked at me.

  “Finesse, Anthony.”

  “Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever have any finesse. Not like that,” I said.

  Colin was still laughing as he stepped up to the tee.

  “So, I guess you and I won’t be beating Matt anytime soon.”

  He swung, and it veered off to the side. Nearly everything was hilarious to us on the course, and when we got back to the clubhouse and sat down for some drinks, I noticed something that I’ve never felt before; stomach pain from laughing. I had never laughed so hard at once that my stomach hurt.

  “Are you going to Irons tonight, Anthony? Matt and I plan on going.”

  “Yeah, I just need to take a shower and change. Maybe eat something.”

  The three of us headed to the locker room to shower and change. It sounded like Matt and Colin were just going to get ready at the clubhouse and then go eat before they went to Irons. Thankfully none of the old guys were still in there. I found a spot off to the side in the showers and began washing my hair. I wasn’t ashamed of my body…just my scar.

  I thought I was in the clear, but while I was pulling on my underwear, Matt asked me about it.

  “Does that hurt often?”

  I thought it was odd that he hadn’t asked me how I got it. Usually, that’s what I’m asked and rarely asked if it hurts.

  “Sometimes.”

  “I saw you grabbing at your side a few times after you’d swing.”

  “Oh…yeah. Sometimes it hurts.”

  “Deep tissue ache?”

  “Yeah. Something like that.”

  I worked quickly to finish getting ready, and Colin came out of the shower area to his locker.

  “If you ever want, I can prescribe an anti-inflammatory for you.”

  “Thank you. I appreciate it. Ibuprofen usually knocks out any pain I have. Thanks though, Matt.”

  He nodded and turned back around to finish getting ready. I told them that I’d catch them this evening at Irons. I headed home, trying not to feel down about Matt asking me about the pain in my side. I just needed to come to terms with the reality of it. It’s a very noticeable scar, and people are bound to ask about it when they see it. I need to let it go.

  * * *

  Colin and I stood in front of Chloe and were negotiating a co-topping scene with her. I had seen some co-topping scenes before, but honestly never thought I’d be comfortable enough to do one of these. But I’m completely at ease around Colin. He mentioned the other day that he was interested in trying one, so we decided to try one together.

  “Chloe, what is your safe word, sweetheart? Colin asked her.

  “Heat, Master Colin.”

  “Heat,” Colin repeated and looked at me to make sure I understood.

  “Any injuries or places we need to avoid?” I asked her.

  “No, Master Anthony.”

  Colin and I were both in jeans and shirtless. I smiled when I noticed that his top button on his jeans was undone. Easy, freeing access. He and I had discussed the scene a bit; the girl would be restrained to furniture similar to a St. Andrew’s Cross, Colin would paddle her while I tease and toy with her tits, then he’d fuck her ass, and I’d fuck her pussy. Logistically, we had everything figured out. But we’ll see how it goes when it’s time.

  Chloe’s wrists and ankles were bound to padded blocks that were attached to a metal frame. The idea of it was similar to the cross, but it had a removable midsection. So, the girl could lean into a padded “gate” and then if the guy was to stand in front of her and fuck her, the padded gate comes off.

  Everything was going perfectly so far. I was licking and nibbling on Chloe’s tits and gently fingering her pussy as Colin was paddling her. I had put a moderately tight clamp on her clit, and with each blow from the paddle, I could see it shake back and forth. I imagine this felt incredible, yet. agonizing for her. Chloe was blindfolded, and she seemed to be trance-moaning after a while, and I wanted to check on her. While rolling a nipple between my teeth, I held my free hand
up so Colin would halt striking her with the paddle.

  “Chloe, what color?” I asked but didn’t get an immediate answer. “Chloe,” I repeated her name again.

  “Chloe, answer Master Anthony,” Colin said as he began to smooth her skin with his hand.

  “Green, Sirs.”

  Oh yeah, this girl was flying. I looked over her shoulder at Colin, and we shared a smile. Together, we had put this lucky lady in sub-space. Onward. I motioned for Colin to continue and I applied a clothespin to each of her nipples.

  Chloe’s trance-moaning was a calm rhythm to listen to, but now it was time for Colin and me to make some noise. Not only was co-topping a new experience for me, but double penetration was about to be another first on my list.

  All of Chloe’s weight was on the cross and Colin would be supporting his own weight. Earlier, Colin and I had positioned the cross so that it was under a horizontal metal bar that came down from the ceiling. That bar was the perfect height for me to reach up and hold onto.

  I fingered her pussy and removed the padded bar at her midsection while Colin stepped out of his jeans, wrapped up his cock in a condom and lubed Chloe’s ass. When Colin was ready, I reached around Chloe and pulled her ass cheeks apart so Colin could enter her first. I could tell when Colin was in because Chloe started panting and the trance-like moans were getting louder.

  “There you go, sweetheart,” Colin said. “There’s a nice cock for your ass. Master Anthony has a thick one for your pussy.”

  I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them as I rolled the condom on and moved forward, taking on her body’s weight as she leaned into me. Colin slowed down his thrusting so I could get inside Chloe. The girl was fucking soaked and panting at my chest when I pushed into her tight pussy.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I said to Chloe.

  “It’s because she’s got my cock up her ass,” Colin said playfully.

  It was so hard for me to not burst out laughing, but I held my tongue and was all the way in. Wow, this was something else. I felt like this girl’s pussy was never going to let go of my cock. I reached up and took hold of the bar, which would help support my weight and allow me to thrust into her.

  Colin and I sorted everything out without a word and quickly we were fucking this girl in a perfect rhythm. Chloe was totally floating in sub space and was drooling out of the side of her mouth onto my chest and abdomen.