Chapter Eleven
Russell
While I tooka late afternoon shower, I ran through some details for tonight’s party. I had gone through my list of friends very carefully as to whom I’d invited to this small social gathering. I needed the right mix of people for Ryan’s sake. People that he could easily talk to and relax around. I was certain that he would easily get along with all of them. The only one that I had been on the fence about inviting was Leonard, but in the end, I’d invited him. My reasoning was purely based on the fact that Leonard was a switch and often filled a bottom role. I wanted Ryan to be able to see that a man could be a bottom without compromising hismasculinity.
Once out of the shower I put on a black, short sleeved shirt that fit me well and was snug on my arms, along with jeans and my black boots. I smiled as I thought back to last night while on the phone with Ryan as we discussed clothes. It pleased me greatly that he had asked that question on his own. He cared enough to ask questions to ensure he wore something appropriate. His clothes were the least of my concern. I wanted him to becomfortable.
Thinking back to our phone chat last night also made me think about guiding him to his release. His groans as they came through the ear piece were like music to my ears. His slight whimper begged for release. I could almost picture his face as he discovered how sensations from other parts of his body had a positive effect on his cock. So much to learn, and so many of my friends in the community would cut off a finger of their own for a chance to teachRyan.
I had been in the play room to adjust lighting to a dimmer setting when the doorbell rang. I smiled, knowing that it wasRyan.
“Hey, Russell,” Ryan greeted as he stood on my porch with his hand on the back of his neck.Relaxhim.
“Ryan, I’m so glad you could make it this evening. Please, comein.”
He let go of his neck and his eyebrows perked up slightly. As we made our way to the kitchen, I took in a fresh, clean scent coming off of him. I couldn’t place my finger on what the scent was called. It was too clean to be a cologne; at least any that I had sampled. But it was fresh and notheavy.
Ryan had worn a slightly darker shade of jeans than I usually saw him in. Still, probably a size too big. His shirt was a gray and black checked pattern and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbow. There was enough leftover fabric on the shirt to where I was certain I could take the lapel with the buttons and stretch it across to his other arm. But, I was proud of him to taking pride in what he wore tonight. I knew he had been nervous aboutit.
“Am I over-dressed?” he asked as his hand went to hisstomach.
“Ryan, you look nice. I like the pattern of theshirt.”
He smiled and I could tell that he relaxed because his hand came away from hisstomach.
“Would you care for something todrink?”
“Yes,please.”
I offered him a wide variety of sodas, juices, iced teas, and water. I rarely hosted kink parties and served alcohol at them. It was just asking fortrouble.
“I’ll take water, please.” I nodded and pulled down a glass. Before I turned back around, he had added in a quick, rushed tone, “with ice and no lemon or lime.Please.”
He’s learning.Something pulled at my heart when he said that. It had nothing to do with content, but everything on the fact that he’s not only listening to me, but retaining and picking things up; such as simple decision-making skills that require him to commit tosomething.
“Good, Ryan,” I praised and watched a huge smile spread across hisface.
God helpme.
After I gave him his glass of ice water, I leaned casually against the counter and reminded him a few things about tonight and to check and see if he had anyquestions.
“Remember, tonight is about you enjoying yourself in a calm atmosphere. You can watch some sessions and even the negotiation process. My friends all are aware that you are new and they are happy to answer any questions you may have aswell.”
His hand went back to his neck and he began rubbing onit.
“I—I don’t have to have a session, right? I mean, I don’t think I’mready.”
I watched his face go from calm to pale. He was nervous to have a play session with someone else. This both warmed my heart and made it ache. Ryan would be a tough man to find an appropriate play partner for. Many bottoms could play without attachment to a Top. At the end of their session, they’d both part and in most cases they’d each be fine with that. I knew that wasn’t going to ever be the case with Ryan. He neededoneTop. He needed a Dominant. He needed someone who he could truly be himself with and feel secure that he was number one tothem.
I reached for my own glass of water to chase down the bile that had risen. I mistakenly allowed my mind to wander and I pictured his disgusting mother and her friends as they used him. They used him for all he had in him and then left him alone to tend to himself. A mere child, scared, in pain, and feeling a mix of confusion andguilt.
“No, Ryan. Of course, you don’t have to play tonight. I would like you to watch some sessionsthough.”
“I like watching. It’ll be like watching porn videos, onlylive.”
His smile was back, and because of that, Irelaxed.
“This is a judgement free area, Ryan. Nothing is weird. All of my friends are open minded and will not judge you for liking what youlike.”
