I forced my hands off his pubic area; the lotion had long been rubbed into his skin. I nodded at the jockstrap that clung to the middle of his muscular thigh. He pulled up the jockstrap and then looked down at his bulge.
“How, um…how do I look?” he asked. Ryan hadn’t raised his head but his eyes looked at me through his lashes.
“You look amazing, Ryan.”
The fabric hugged his cock and protectively cradled his balls. I reached out and ran my hand along the outline of his cock that stretched the material. I hooked my fingers under the band around his leg as I walked behind him. Once I was behind him, I ran my fingers along the inside of the other leg band to feel for tightness. Satisfied that nothing was too tight or pinching, I walked around to face him.
“Am I club worthy?” he asked with a smile.
Truth be told, if Ryan was going to the club alone, he’d have multiple Tops waiting close by for him to say the word. I tugged him closer by his collar until I felt the warmth of his breath on my lips.
“You are very club-worthy, Ryan. A wise Top would grab hold of you and not let go.”
The corners of Ryan’s mouth turned upward into a smile and in my peripheral vision, I could see those dimples.
“Then don’t let go,” he requested.
“I have no intention of letting you go, Ryan.” I leaned in and kissed his lips. “I know what I want, and I know that I’ve waited my whole life for you. Now, get your pants on and we’ll go.”
I reached around and slapped his bare ass cheek. During our drive to the club, I reiterated that I expected him to tell me if he feels uncomfortable at any time tonight. We checked in and we walked around the club. I was pleased to see that there weren’t many attendees tonight, just as I had hoped.
“What do you say, Ryan? Ready for your first club flogging?” I asked him when we arrived back in the main room.
“Yes, I’m ready,” he said confidently.
I led him to a play station that had the spanking bench I had envisioned him on tonight. I went through the safe word reminder one more time as he stood by the bench. His eyes didn’t leave mine and he nodded at the end of each of my statements and repeated the points that I wanted him to retain.
“Shoes off and set them under the small table against the wall. Fold your jeans and t-shirt and set them on top of the table. Understand, Ryan?”
“Yes, Sir. Shoes under the table, jeans and t-shirt on top of the table,” he recalled. As he walked toward the small table against the wall, he stopped and turned to look at me. “Folded, though.”
“Good boy, Ryan,” I praised.
As I watched him undress, I unbuttoned the cuffs on my shirt and rolled the sleeves to prepare. My eyes were glued to him as he walked toward me. The fabric of his jockstrap had molded exceptionally well to his bulge. Watching him walk made my groin ache. Over his shoulder, I noticed that we had already drawn a few onlookers. I paid them no attention, but I was aware that they were there.
“Alright, Ryan, on the bench. It’ll be similar to the times at home,” I assured him as Ryan situated himself on the bench.
“Only in public,” he quickly added.
While I restrained his wrists and lower legs to the bench, it was unavoidable to hear murmurs in the crowd.
“Russell’s about to play with his boy.”
“Russell finally brought his sub to play with!”
“Look at Russell’s sub, he’s hot!”
Damn right he’s hot…and he’s mine.
I rubbed my hand over his upper back to relax him. Ryan closed his eyes and kept them closed. I could feel his body rise into my hand. He craved my touch and I loved giving it to him.
“Good, Ryan. Relax, my boy.”
Even though I was very much in my element here, I reminded myself that Ryan wasn’t. I knew Ryan would be perfectly safe in my care and I would ensure we had a delightful time. But because this was a new atmosphere for him to submit in, I needed to be extra mindful of him. I curled both of my hands around his shoulders and leaned over to speak into his ear.
“Remember, Ryan, focus on me. Others might come into the room and use the other equipment, but they will not impede our session. Listen for my voice and you have two words that you can use. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I will focus on you,” Ryan acknowledged and smiled.
