The alternative lifestyles group had set up a nice spread of food on the counters. There were platters with different meats, a couple of veggie trays, two with cheese cubes, and a few other things. At the end of the counter stood a tub full of cans of Pepsi and other drinks.
“Set the bag at the end next to Mistress Sammy, boy, then get me a Pepsi and pick one for yourself.”
“Yes, Master,” he said, hurrying to do as I’d asked.
“It’s about time you two showed,” Sammy said, smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes. “We’re hardly late.”
“Too busy fucking… Sir?” Cam asked, tacking the honorific on at the last second.
“Oh, boy, are you bucking for more time in your cage?”
Cam looked slightly panicked. “No, Sir,” he said, ducking his head, but I saw the grin.
“You know, Sammy, you might need to deny him for longer. He’s way too much of a smartass.”
She grinned, nudging his crotch with the toe of her high-heeled boot. “What do you think, boy? Want to spend more time locked up?”
“Uh…. No, Mistress.”
I snorted. “That sounded honest. I think he likes fucking you with a bigger dick than he’s got in that cage.”
Cam blushed.
Sammy laughed. “Oh, it
is
fun to watch him be so frustrated. There he is, thrusting away, getting all the movement and none of the pleasure. Isn’t that right, boy?”
Cam’s cheeks got redder.
“I read about a new thing I might just try with him. Get him all hard, then numb it up good with numbing cream. He can fuck for hours and get
no
where.” She nearly cackled, while Cam looked truly panicked.
“Good grief, woman, I’m glad I’m a gay Dom,” I said, shaking my head.
She laughed harder.
Kyle came back then with the drink I’d requested. He paused after he handed it to me, then leaned in. “Are you hungry, Sir?”
I smiled up at him, pleased with his initiative, and patted his ass, grinning at the wince. “I’d certainly appreciate a plate, thank you. Be sure to fix one for yourself too.”
“Yes, Master, I will,” he said and hurried back to the counters.
I watched him go, admiring the red ass again, the way it filled out the chaps. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of just looking at him.
“Well, I think you’ve made someone happy,” Nash said, approaching us. The girl he’d been talking to stood behind him with her head bowed.
“Thank you. I hope so,” I said, nodding. “He’s certainly made me happy. Thanks for talking him into that auction.”
“I’m just glad you’re the one that won him. Some of these other guys’d eat him for breakfast.”
I frowned, glancing over. “Some of them already have.” I shook my head. “Did you finally find a girl to put up with you?”
Nash laughed and turned. “Pet, come here.” The girl stepped up next to him. “This is Master Mal, Mistress Sammy, and her boy, Cam.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling. She had twinkling dark eyes to match the hair and round cheeks to complete the faerie image.
Just as I opened my mouth to say something, one of the dungeon monitors approached Nash and whispered into his ear. “This is what I get for helping run this place. Excuse us,” he said, touching his pet’s shoulder, and the two of them stepped away.
I glanced over at the counters to see Kyle waiting for his turn, and looked back at Sammy and Cam, but they had their heads together. I gave them their privacy for a moment and thought about going to say hi to a few of the guys I’d known before I left. Before I could get up, though, a conversation to my right caught my attention.
“….Can’t believe he’d show up like that,” one guy said. I didn’t know who the voice belonged to, and looking around didn’t clue me in, except I thought it came from a group of guys with their backs to me. The Doms I didn’t know.
“I’d bet he did that to his ass himself,” another guy said.
“Handprints and all?” the first guy said.
Are they talking about Kyle?
“Why not? Plenty of hand-shaped paddles out there.”
“Possible. And that collar. I wonder what dollar store he bought it at.”
“Yeah, ’cause ain’t no one gonna collar him.”
“Not a spoiled l’il rich pretty boy like him.” I could hear the sneer on his face all too clearly.
My blood was approaching the boiling point fast. I had no doubt they were talking about my boy. I took a few deep breaths and glanced at Cam, who was looking at me. By the look on his face, I knew he’d heard. Cam raised his eyebrows, and I gave a slight nod to confirm the silent question.
Cam’s eyes darted to the group of guys next to me, then back to me. I considered what to do, but if I got up and went to Kyle, that’d probably just upset him and tip him off to something being wrong. If I stayed, they might just shut up, and Kyle wouldn’t know. I decided to stay put and do my damnedest not to let the dickweasels get to me.
I wasn’t going to avoid listening, though. I wanted to know everything I could before I eviscerated them.
“You ever play with him?” the first guy asked.
A new voice answered. “Once. Couldn’t take a damned thing. Started whining after a few hits.”
I was well familiar with Kyle’s sounds when I took the paddle—or flogger or cane—to him. They got me diamond hard every time.
One of the other guys snorted. “Didn’t react worth a damn for me. Acted more like a dead fish than a sub.”
I couldn’t fathom what these asswipes were talking about. Kyle’s reactions were as beautiful as he was. I’d never had a sub go into subspace the way Kyle did for me. Not even Cam, who did, but it wasn’t nearly the same.
“Had to tell him to do everything,” the first guy said. I saw him shake his head. “Couldn’t figure out a damned thing.”
I wondered what
that
was about. How was Kyle supposed to know what to do if we didn’t tell him?
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Even had to tell him to open my pants.”
Duh, dipshit
, I thought, shaking my head.
He’s a submissive, you fucktards. Of course he’s not going to do it without orders
.
Kyle was crossing the room at this point, and I prayed the douche nozzles next to me shut their mouths. But I couldn’t get that lucky.
“Here he comes. Maybe we ought to show him what it feels like when someone spanks him instead of himself?” Their words were somewhat quieter, but still way too easily heard.
I tensed, waiting, but Kyle walked around the room the other way, away from them. He’d obviously seen them and was giving them a wide berth. I didn’t blame him.
“Master,” Kyle said as he stepped up and offered me the plate. He’d filled it with a bit of each type of meat, a few of the veggies, and several cubes of cheese.
“Perfect, boy,” I said, taking the food. “Thank you.” I held his as he got to his knees, then handed it back.
“Thank you, Master,” he murmured.
I brushed my hand over his hair and looked up to see the three guys who’d been talking about Kyle looking at us. I raised my eyebrows at them, and they turned, moving away from us. I breathed a little easier.
I looked down at Kyle, who’d been looking at them. He blushed and turned back to his plate.
“I know who they are, boy. Was it just those three? Or did you play with anyone else that’s here tonight?”
He shook his head. “Just them and Master Nash, Sir.”
“Okay. Eat, boy,” I said, running my hand over his hair again, the slight trembling he’d gotten from those bastards stopped with my touches. “Sammy, can I borrow Cam for a minute?”
She raised her eyebrows but nodded. “Of course.”
“Cam,” I said, and crooked my finger. He came around the love seat and leaned in. “Get close but don’t let them see you. See if you can overhear them.”
“Will do, Sir,” he said, and I grinned at him. He rolled his eyes and crossed the room. Sammy never required him to use the title for me, especially wouldn’t have in this situation, but he tended to get into the mindset and stayed there, no matter who he was talking to.
I focused on my food, prodding Kyle to eat as well, keeping half an eye on the guys across the room. Cam was sneaky, never getting too close, and he didn’t seem to draw their attention.
Finally, just as I set my plate down, Cam came back, smirking as he crossed to us. “Oh, you’re going to love this.”
Kyle looked up, eyebrows raised.
I gave him a look, and he dropped his gaze to the floor. I touched his head to assure him he hadn’t screwed up. “What’s that?”
“Apparently,” Cam said, snickering, “the consensus is… you’ve gone soft, all that time out of the scene.”
Kyle did some sort of half-snort, half-cough. I thought he was going to choke on his food. I leaned forward and pounded on his back. “Sorry, Master,” he managed, still coughing.
I grinned. “Well, I don’t have to ask your opinion on that.”
“No. No, Sir, you don’t.” And he was the one who mattered most to me.
While he recovered, I glanced around to see Dean and Scott missing. I was guessing they’d gone into the playspace. Another of the Doms I’d known before, Logan, came in from the playspace then, his boy, Shane, trailing behind him. I waved and they came over.
“Mal! I didn’t know you were back!” Logan shook my hand.
“Yup, with a new beautiful boy.” I put my hand on Kyle’s head. “Logan, this is my boy, Kyle. Kyle, Master Logan and his boy, Shane.”
“Hello, Master Logan,” Kyle said, then tilting his head at Shane. “Shane.”
Shane nodded and smiled to him in reply.
“He is a pretty one,” Logan said, smiling. “How long have you been together?”
“A week. I won him at the auction last Friday.”
“Oh! I wasn’t here for that. And collared already?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “What can I say? My boy stole my heart.”
Kyle’s head lifted, but I kept my hand on his neck and squeezed it gently.
“It does happen that way sometimes, doesn’t it?” Logan asked, looking fondly at Shane. “He did that to me.”
I snickered. “I remember. You were a sap for weeks.”
Logan flipped me off and I smirked. “So, you guys playing?” he asked.
I looked down at Kyle. “I hadn’t planned to. Was going to take him home and torment him there. But… it seems we might have something to prove.”
Logan snorted. “I know who you mean. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”
I inclined my head. “True. Then perhaps I just want to show him off a little.” I squeezed Kyle’s neck lightly. “He’s even more beautiful in pain.”
Logan grinned at that. “That’s at least more honest.”
I laughed. “Indeed. We’ll be heading in soon, I think.”
“We’d love to watch. We came out for a drink. Give us a sec. We’ll follow you in.”
I nodded and waved as they left, then leaned in to Kyle. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, Master.” He licked his lips, then looked up at me. “I’d love to prove it to them too. I…. Master Logan is right. We don’t
have
to, but….”
“But you, like I, want to.”
“Exactly,” he agreed.
“I thought you might. All right, then, boy. Let’s go.”
KYLE AND
I—along with Sammy, Cam, Logan, and Shane—headed into the playspace part of the dungeon. The dungeon proper was about half-occupied. Two of the St. Andrew’s Crosses were full, the suspension rigging had a female bound up and hanging from it, the two hanging beds were occupied, and a number of the spanking benches had someone strapped to them.
The piece of equipment I wanted was empty, thankfully. Opposite the door, on the end of the center line of equipment, stood a wooden frame. Built like a door frame, it had handles at the top and a row of holes cut into the vertical posts to tie a hapless bottom to. The frame was positioned away from the rest of the equipment enough so that I’d be able to walk all the way around Kyle.
In front of this sat a grouping of furniture for observers. I had no doubt it’d be full before I took a single swing. I was counting on it, in fact.
“Shoes, socks, chaps, and jock off, boy,” I said, setting my bag next to the frame. I took the blanket I always carried out and handed it to Cam to set on the sofa. “Logan?”
He stepped forward. “What can I do?”
“See if you can find Scott and Dean and make it known we’re playing, hmm?”
Logan grinned. “Happy to. Don’t start without me.”
“Not planning on it. Thanks.”
Logan slapped me on the back and started across the dungeon.
I turned my attention to getting things ready.
Kyle
AS I
removed the things Master told me to, I tried to remind myself I didn’t have anything to be nervous about. Master had been pleased with me over the scene the week before. And we’d had several minor scenes since then. All of which he’d praised me for extensively.
Part of my nervousness, I was willing to admit, was the fact that we’d have an audience, much more than we had the week before. Last week, it had only been Mistress Sammy and Cam watching us. This week, at least two of Master’s Dom friends would be watching, along with their boys. And, of course, my former Doms.
I folded the chaps carefully and laid them on top of my shoes, then piled my jock and socks on top. Standing in front of the frame in the presentation position, I waited for Master to give me more orders, closing my eyes and doing my best to find my center. I reminded myself Master was the only one who mattered. None of the others’ opinions would make Master not want me.
Everything I’d seen so far had told me Master—Mal—was pleased with me and wanted me. The only one I had to please was him. And I’d do my damnedest to make sure I’d do that so he’d keep wanting me.
I opened my eyes and dropped my gaze to the floor. I sensed more than saw Master moving around behind me. In front of me, the furniture started to fill. Mistress Sammy and Cam had one end of a love seat, Master Logan and Shane the other. Master Nash leaned against the wall behind another chair, his pet kneeling at his feet on a pillow. In two of the chairs, I saw two other Doms I didn’t know, boys at their feet, and on the sofa right in front, the three Doms who didn’t want me.