Chapter 15: You Are So Into It
Jasper
Master Desmond led Luke to a huge wooden cross and strapped his hands to leather cuffs. Although I can't hear what he was telling him, he constantly whispered things to the young man. Maybe to reassure him and his hands keep caressing his body with a lot of gentleness. Desmond unbuttoned Luke's tiny shorts and slowly pulled them down, revealing a long and thin shaft. Once the piece of leather was off, he kneels in front of Luke, straps his ankles to each bottom side of the cross and with my eyes wide open, I see him swallow Luke's dick, bobbing his head back and forth a few times. His moans reverberate straight to my groin, making me even harder.
For the next half hour, I watched him play with Luke's body, putting some sorts of clamps on his nipples and using three types of floggers, making his body flush to red gradually. Luke's erection seems to have grown so hard that he looks like he is about to explode. It is winter and it is warm outside but inside this club, it is even hotter. Their bodies are glowing with sweat and I realized that my own dick is sweating too, although in a different way. My eyes haven't left the stage and nothing else around me seems to matter at the moment. I am completely drowned in the scene taking place in front of me, mesmerized by the pleasure Like seems to get from each of the strikes of the flogger. Desmond unbuttons his own pants to free his hard on that he covered with a condom. He then unties Luke's ankles and wraps his legs around his waist, pulling him a little to get the best angel and slamming into him. His thrust is hard and the look on Luke's face is an expression of deep pleasure. He pounded into him until they both reached their orgasms.
The lights came back on and I was slowly brought back to reality. My eyes are wide open and my dick is straining painfully against the buttons of my pants, threatening to burst out. I turned my head to the right to see that Logan is now straddling Grayson's lap, chest against chest as they seem to have a silent conversation. Fuck, they should get a room.
“How did you like that?” Grayson asked me, but my words are blocked in my throat.
“It seems like he appreciated it.” Justine chuckles, nodding his chin at the bulge in my pants.
I looked down at my crotch and blush to a deep red when I realized how visible it has become. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.
“It was…i.. interesting.” I managed to find my words.
They went on discussing the quality of the scene for a while, but I tried to tune them out as I rehearsed all the details of the show I just watched. I strive myself not to stare at the sexy beast across from me, but each time I accidentally peek at him, I catch his eyes laid on me and the beginning of a smile at the corner of his lips. After what looks like half hour, they all decided to leave and I followed Logan to the locker room. While we changed back into our normal clothes, my mind is still wandering within the club.
“You are so into it.” Logan laughed as he led me to the exit doors.
“Into what?”
“Into what you just saw tonight. Someone is going to have wet dreams!” He teased me.
“Fúck you!”
“Yes, that is in your dream too.” He chuckled.
I don't recognize my friend anymore, when the hell did he get so confident and talented with comebacks? That used to be my role, it feels quite weird because it was like I am discovering another fact of his personality but somehow, I love it.
After Grayson had dropped me off at the apartment, of course Logan stayed with him. I take another shower and jerk myself off to the memories of the night. My stupid dick wouldn't go down, and there is no way I would sleep with a hard-on. I couldn't stop thinking about the club and everything that belongs to it. I am fascinated by the atmosphere and by how Luke's submission led him to such ecstasy, I feel undeniably attracted to the lifestyle. And now I understand what Logan meant when he said I need to see it to comprehend the whole concept.
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The following week was awful, in the sense that I can't take these thoughts out of my head. It is like discovering that something incredible exists out there. Something that you only caught a glimpse of, I feel a desperate need to see more, to experience more. And I am not mentioning the tall dark-haired man who keeps haunting my dreams throughout the whole week.
Over the next few days, of which I spent alone in the apartment. I come up with the decision that I definitely want to see more, I don't know yet what it implies and how I am going to make it happen, but my only option is to harass Logan and Grayson until they accept to let me go back to the club and discuss with the dominants to help me find my place there.
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Baron POV.
“This is great news, mother.” I cheer over the phone.
“I am happy father is finally considering it.”
“This is not a done deal yet, sweetie. It is only a two-week vacation for now.” She replied warily.
“This is still a good start, at least father doesn't completely reject the option. So when are you guys going there?”
“Probably not before the end of this month. For one, the season is going full swing at the moment here, so we can't afford to close the restaurant for two weeks. And secondly, it is far too hot at the moment, it will be a tad better but the end of March. I don't want your father to complain about the heat.” She explained with a chuckle.
“Mother, Kebbi is always hot.” I muttered.
“Anyway, it will do you good. You haven't taken some time off at all since the last holiday. And two holidays will be more than beneficial.”
“How about you? When are you taking some vacation?” She asked, changing the subject. I can almost see her scowl through the phone.
“Mother, I am young. I don't need as much rest as you and father do. Besides, I did take a few days off when I visited you last week.”
“It is not the same as going on holidays, son.”
“I know, mother but I am far too busy at the moment, I will think about it later. Talking about being busy, I have to go now. I will call you back soon, okay?”
“Sure, sweetheart. Don't strain yourself too much, alright?”
“Look who's talking.” I chuckled.
“Take care, mother. I love you.”
“I love you too, son. Talk to you soon.”
“Sure, bye, mother.” I hung up the call.
I am glad my parents will finally consider retiring from their activities. As my mother said, it is not a done deal yet but this is a shaping up. I put these thoughts aside and start packing my bag for the club. Over the last week, the gorgeous Jasper has often invited himself in my thoughts, much too often to be honest and it has caused me to space out quite a few times, remembering how he reacted to the scene last weekend. A scene I didn't see much of actually, as my eyes kept peeking at the young man who was freshly getting acquainted with bdsm.
I spent the whole week wondering if I would ever see him again at the club. I could have asked Grayson, but I didn't want to press him with questions as I am not ready to admit how attracted I am to the boy. My friends would find it weird, I think. I have never let feelings interfere in the relationship I had with various submissives, whether they were under contract or one-night stands. I have never wanted to completely settle down with any of them, I have never wanted to feel more than lust for them. Call me a heart of stone if you please, but that is what it is or rather, that is what it was.
Until a year ago, I used to be submissive under contract. It would last for a few months and I would take care of them like a good Doms do. There was sex of course and I also tried to provide guidance and advice towards a better life. But there were no real feelings, I liked some of them better than others. But the last ones turned out to be quite disappointing and deceitful, even in a relationship devoid of feelings, you expect a minimum of respect and between one who openly claimed he was just after my money. And another person who cheated on me, I got tired of the system.