Chapter 8: Tell Me About Your Lifestyle
Jasper
“I was perfectly in control of…” Logan began, scowling at his boyfriend but he interrupted him.
“That's enough, you were not! We will discuss this later and you will have to deal with the consequences!” He yelled.
Grayson raising his voice is much more impressive than Logan's attempt and I suddenly wish the couch would open up and swallow me whole.
“Do you need help punishing this little cutie pie down there?” Justine asked, nodding his chin at me.
I just can't suppress another giggle. Did he just use the word punishing? It has to be a joke, I know I am quite small but I don't look like a six-year old either. But I can't help laughing at the idea.
“That won't be necessary, he is not in the lifestyle and obviously too drunk to understand anyway.” Grayson responded sternly.
Hey! I am not drunk. I am just tipsy. A knock echoed on the door and Justine reached for it. The little guy from the bartender brings both our jackets and immediately leaves.
“Let's go home now.” Grayson muttered.
“We need to order a cab for Jasper or would you mind dropping him off?” Logan asked in a whisper.
“No, he is going home with us. I would rather not leave him alone in your apartment drunk as he is. He will probably wake up with a terrible hangover tomorrow and I would much prefer keeping an eye on him.” He replied with a sharp tone that somewhat pisses me off.
This is not my first booze and I don't need surveillance. I jumped to my feet, a bit too quickly, I guess.
“Hey, I am not dr…” I began but I didn't get to finish my sentence as my balance betrays me.
Oh my goodness, why is the room spinning so fast? I suddenly feel like I am standing on a boat in the middle of a raging ocean. My vision blurs and I feel myself crashing to the floor with a loud thud. I vaguely hear voices and footsteps around me, but I quickly fall into the depth of a dark void. Maybe Grayson was right in the end. Maybe, I am truly drunk.
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The next morning, I woke up in an unfamiliar place. Someone had penetrated inside my head and was banging a hammer against the walls of my skull. So I try to keep my eyes shut for a moment. After a few minutes, I slowly open them again. Thank goodness, the curtains keep the room in darkness. And as far as I can see, I am laying on a very large bed in a huge modernly furnished bedroom. A thin comforter covers my almost naked body and it is getting too warm in here. Memories of last night begin to flash back into my mind, the great night with my friend, the drinks, the dancing and then those two men. One of which was Grayson, Logan's boyfriend and then, the sexy as hell guy. Goodness, this is getting confused in my head.
I vaguely recall a weird conversation that I would rather forget for now, but I can't remember arriving at this place and much less undressing. I slightly turned my head to the right and saw a glass of water with two pills on the bedside table. I quickly chug them down, praying for them to do their job as soon as possible, before I lay back against the comfortable pillow and close my eyes, waiting for the headache to fade away. I briefly wondered where I am, but I guess this is Grayson's house. Logan told me already how big and luxurious it is and I wouldn't mind going for a little exploration. But I will have to wait until my headache subsides.
After a long while, just when my head was becoming a little less painful, there was a soft knock and the door slowly opened to my right. Logan pops his head in.
“Are you awake, Jasper?” He called out in a whisper.
“Yes,” I whispered back, grimacing when I sat up against the headboard of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he walked in, leaving the door open.
As he reaches the bed, I notice that he slightly limps and when he cautiously sits down at the end of the bed, the expression on his face shows a little discomfort. Someone must have sex this morning.
“I am okay, it could be worse but thanks for the painkillers.” I replied, winking at him.
“Must have been Grayson's doing.” He said with a smile that soon faded away.
“We need to talk,” he added.
“Yes, you owe me some explanation. I believe.”
I actually have quite a few questions for him and this time, I won't let him go without answering them. He nodded his head but didn't say a word.
“So, what was that all about last night? I do remember a few shocking words, like punishment and master. What the hell is going on, Logan?”
“Listen…” he began, hesitating a little.
“I am not sure I should tell you everything but…”
“Don't you trust me? Haven't I always been your friend?” I cut him off, confused by his reluctance to speak freely and somewhat dejected by all this secrecy. This has lasted for long enough.
“Of course, I trust you Jasper. But, I am just scared you are going to judge me and I don't want to disappoint you.” He said with some sadness in his voice. I lean a bit toward him and reach for his wrist.
“Dude, I would never judge you, you know that, right? You have never judged me for my stupid behavior, you have always supported me no matter what I did. So tell me why would I judge you?”
For crying out loud, if one of us had to be disappointed in the other, he would have to be the one. I have fucked up much more often than he ever did, he hesitated for a few more second before he looks at me with determination and inhales a deep breath.
“Have you ever heard about bdsm?” He asked, and everything suddenly clicked in my head.
Oh my goodness, these four letters totally make sense. Why didn't I think about it any sooner? I should have picked up on that as soon as I saw how Grayson and his friend were dressed last night at the club.
“Yes, I have.” I replied warily, squinting at him.
“Holy shít, don't tell me you are!” I exclaimed, already imagining him tied up in chains while his boyfriend whips him.
“How much do you know about it?” He asked.
“Well, I have watched some videos on the internet and read a few things. I mean, who has never heard of bdsm these days?” I replied, trying to remember what I exactly saw.
“I know it involves a lot of leather, whips, bondage and pain. Oh my goodness, are you into that? Is Grayson dominant? Like, does he tie you up and whip you and fuc..”
Ahhh, just keep quiet, Jasper.” He whisper-yelled at me, quickly glancing back towards the open door.
“Hey, calm down. This is not what you think, okay? It is not all about what you said and certainly not only about pain.” He muttered.
A tall frame suddenly appears by the entrance door behind him, Grayson slowly walks in and goes to stand behind Logan's back. I can see my friend lean into the touch of Grayson's hand on his shoulder.
“There is definitely a part about pain.” Grayson said in a serous deep voice.
“There is a bit of that, and I don't even use whips. Besides, it is a whole lifestyle, it is only only about sex.”
“But I heard your friend speak about punishment last night.” I argued.
“Punishment doesn't mean whips, Jasper. There are many forms of punishment in bdsm.” He explained, and the room became silent for a moment.
“Jasper, this is not something I usually discuss openly. Our lifestyle is often misunderstood and mistaken for something that it is not. Not only because of what it represents, but also because people don't know anything about it.”
“Then tell me all about it, I want to know more.” I said, feeling a lot more confident than I should.
“It is not something you can understand when you are not a part of it. It is very difficult to comprehend the concept if you haven't seen what it implies.” Logan added in a small voice while his boyfriend's hand gently massaged his shoulders.
“Then show me.” I insist, looking at the tall man. But I only get a sigh of frustration in response.
“Don't tell me Logan knew much about it when you introduced him to the lifestyle?” I asked with irritation, glaring up at him.
I am really curious about what he called his lifestyle. After all, I have always been open-minded and up to discover new things. So why not this?