“You alright?” Kage mouthed the words.
Finley melted at the gentle way Kage checked in on him. This was Finley’s first official appearance as a claimed sub. Considering his coming out and journey into BDSM had been so intertwined, this should be the easiest transition. Yet for him, it was the most important one.
Finley nodded and linked their fingers together, his thumb touching the club bracelets around Kage’s wrist. Tonight, above Kage’s black leather Dom cuff, the same steel purple one Finley wore shone in the club’s dim lighting. They weren’t here to play today. Well, not with other people at least, so the cuffs signalled that clearly to other patrons.
Kage took the stool next to Jared who was heart-eyeing Lucy as if she was Mona Lisa even though she was busy running the bar while looking like she stole Britney’s red latex onesie backin 2000. Jared was on his way to becoming a regular Dom at the club, earning the trust and respect of patrons with his professional approach and sunshine attitude. Finley forewent the chair Kage offered to him, as the plug massager in his ass was pressing his prostate enough without him sitting on it.
“Lucy told me you’re putting together a book on BDSM,” Jared said to Kage, who gave Finley a side eye.
Finley bit back a smirk because, yes, he’d told Lucy all about it and was happy he had. Kage had been working tirelessly on editing his articles to fit better into a book format, but he was still researching how to proceed once the text was ready.
“Yes,” said Kage, and pointedly sat on the stool at the bar. “And I thought I’d ask you if you’d like to contribute with your photographs. Lucy showed me a few and they would go well with the content.”
“I’d love that.” Jared beamed. “I’ll email you my portfolio so you can pick which ones you’d like. We can—Oh!” He sat up, looking somewhere behind Finley. “Rod and Caleb are about to start their scene.”
Finley turned towards the club proper, and sure enough, a big figure was setting up the stage further from the bar.
“Cheers. I’ll be waiting for your email,” Kage said, lifted his glass in thanks, and leaned into Finley. “Care to watch them?”
“Oh, yes.” Finley followed Kage, who walked slowly but with aristocratic grace, supporting himself with a cane, and holding a drink in his free hand.
The strict no-touching-without-consent policy in the club not only made it a much safer place than any bar out there, but even in the crowd in front of a stage, people stood far enough apart for them to pass through. When they spotted Kage, they moved aside with a nod of greeting and a smile at Finley.
“Master Rod has been a guest Dom at Handcuffs for years, sometimes filling in for Master E, or doing demonstrations whenever he was in London,” Kage told Finley in a lowered tone.
He nodded at the big bear checking the straps of the St Andrew’s cross. His steel-toe boots were heavy on the stage’s floor as he moved around, his leather trousers creaking with every movement. The wide belt gave handy spanking instrument vibes, but it served its purpose holding the leathers under Rod’s round belly. The fur of his chest looked like a cushion for the name right above it that spelledCaleb in intricate black letters. His bearded face held a clear smirk of anticipation, and his eyes gleamed with what could only be love, as he turned to the man emerging from the crowd.
“Tonight he’ll be demonstrating whip and impact play with Caleb.” Kage finished his drink and set it aside, then wrapped his free arm around Finley’s waist. On their drive here, Kage had mentioned that Rod and Caleb were in a D/S relationship in the bedroom that was more casual in public. Rod wasn’t playing with anyone else anymore, but they did scenes and demonstrations in clubs together.
Caleb strode naked onto the stage as if he didn’t have an ounce of self-consciousness in his body. Tattoos adorned his naturally tanned skin, but it was Rod’s name on his chest that drew the eye the most. Well, that and his half-hard cock swinging heavy between his toned legs. He walked like a Dom, with lean muscles bulging on his arms and back, but he bent over and grabbed his ankles like the perfect Sub, showing the base of the plug lodged in his ass.
Rod whispered something to him as he removed the plug, then replaced it with a prostate massager. The same type Finley had inside him right now.
Finley glanced at Kage, and the mock-innocent expression on his face was a dead giveaway. Dom plotting was afoot.
With practised movements, Rod strapped Caleb to the St Andrew’s Cross, arms and legs spread. The audience’s attention was glued to Rod’s hands as he kneaded Caleb’s muscles and caressed his skin from his shoulders to his round buttocks. It was a lover’s touch, and witnessing it turned Finley on as much as the gang bang event at the club the week before.
Heightening the anticipation, Rod held a whip in his hand as he addressed the crowd and spoke about the importance of tagging only several areas of the body during impact play, like butt and thighs, upper back, and shoulder blades. He asked the patrons to take a step back from the area cordoned with a rope and flexed his wrist.
The audience gasped as a collective when Rod cracked the whip above his head, then sent it flying towards Caleb. Once red welts had formed on his ass and thighs, Rod put the whip away and picked up a tiny remote from the rolling table. The wink he sent Kage’s way was so quick, Finley almost missed it.
The vibrations in Finley’s ass started a second later and he couldn’t control the moan that escaped his lips. Thankfully, Caleb reacted similarly at the device in him whirring to life, but his groan was a lot louder.
“You’re evil.” Finley whispered into Kage’s ear.
“You love it.” Kage pocketed the remote in his hand and caressed Finley’s ass. “Imagine how ready you’ll be for my cock later.”
Finley released a strangled sound as his dick leaked precome into his leathers. Meanwhile, Rod was swirling two floggers in the air, giving some instructions that Finley was unable to focus on. He was not drawn into domming, not craving the responsibility and power. He’d much prefer to be where Caleb was, enjoying the attention, rather than thinking, planning, and staying vigilant during a scene. The act of submission let him keep his head clear of decision making and all worries. He’dnever had a carefree time in his life, but he could finally experience that under Kage’s care.
Caleb’s moans grew louder with every swoosh of floggers over his upper back and ass. Finley grabbed onto Kage’s arm to ground himself to his Dom even more, just as the plug in him started pulsing instead of vibrating. Every bzzt of the fucking thing tagged his prostate, but the pleading look he directed at Kage only got him a smug smirk in return.
“So this is the therapist, huh?” Finley shook his head in amusement as the big bear with a kind face and a mean hand wrenched moans out of his sub as well as the audience.
“Yup. I told you he knows what he’s doing in terms of kink.” Kage chuckled low.
“Well, okay. He definitely understands the scene.” The floggers were creating a pink tinge on Caleb’s skin right before their eyes. “Fucking hell.” Finley flinched while Caleb wailed in pleasure, the man’s cock leaking precome.
“Yeah, they’re going slow tonight. Caleb likes to hurt.”
