“But I’m not a masochist. I like some pain, but not like Ali, or Brandon, or you.”
My dick throbbed at the idea that Elise liked to punish and control younger men. I was a younger man who happened to love being hurt and punished. I desperately wanted a chance to have a session with her. But first thing’s first, I wanted to watch her with Brandon.
“You know, I think I will come to the club after all. I want to watch her with Brandon.”
“I’m sure James will be right there too. He’s really protective with Brandon,” Joshua began. “You’re going to think I’m crazy for saying this, but I think James really connects with Brandon.”
That news made me happy and a little jealous. I kind of missed being under James’ care. Brandon was apparently a heavy masochist.
“Do you know what Brandon’s story is?” I asked Joshua later that night as we leaned on the wall outside the room that was occupied by James, Elise, and Brandon.
“He used to be a slave at a kink house. I only get pieces out of him, but I’m sure James knows more,” Joshua said quietly.
I knew kink houses existed and had heard of some. I also had heard of some really sadistic underground houses, and it was from one of those that Brandon came from. It was to my understanding, though, that the Masters of those underground houses used brainwashing techniques and practices on the slaves. It was kind of sad, really. Most of the people that become slaves to those houses were already in a bad situation. They’re already running from something and end up there thinking it’ll be better. Only it turns out to be another nightmare.
“Remember Trinity?” I asked Joshua.
Trinity had been a young girl that had spent five years with a kink house and somehow made it out of their clutches. James and a few other Tops had tried to help her get healthy and play in a safe environment. Unfortunately, re-entering society was too much for her, and she took her own life only two months after leaving them.
“Yep, I remember her,” Joshua nodded. “Between you and me, I think James is trying to prevent the same thing from happening to Brandon.”
“Is he staying with James?” I asked. I was pretty sure that he was but wanted to be certain.
“Yeah, but just as of recently. He’s very fucked up, but young, and I think James can turn him around.”
“Is it just James working with him?”
“Yes, so I think he will be successful with Brandon. With Trinity, James was one of four or five Tops working with her. But Brandon is at the house, and James keeps a good eye on him.”
Joshua and I quieted down as we watched the session begin to unfold. James took a more hands-on approach to this session as he had with Joshua. Even though I didn’t see the session with Ali, I imagine James let Ali handle herself like Joshua. Ali and Josh were growing more confident with their own session negotiations. Brandon needed guidance.
“These areas are off limits, Elise,” James pointed to several bandaged areas on his chest, back, and the backs of his legs. “If you strike him, keep it on his ass.”
Elise agreed, and within moments, she had orchestrated a punishment session. I watched her wield the crop and bring it down almost in the same spot each time. Occasionally, she would give him a bare-handed spanking that absolutely drove me wild. It took me no time at all to grow hard and begin to stroke myself.
What I wouldn’t give to be in Brandon’s position. Literally. I wanted her hand on my flesh. I wanted her to say all the degrading things to me that she was saying to Brandon. She was getting verbally cruel with Brandon; I couldn’t believe that Elise from the coffee house had this in her.
“You aren’t even worth my time, you pathetic boy,” Elise yelled at him and slapped his ass hard.
The sound of flesh upon flesh echoed in the room. Her hands drifted dangerously close to the back of his upper legs, and James stepped in by saying Brandon’s safe word.
“Red.” James stepped beside Brandon and held his arm out between Brandon’s body and Elise. “Play ceases,” he said calmly.
Elise was clearly pissed off and took a step back with her hands on her hips.
“Really?” Elise asked in an annoyed tone. James was helping Brandon off the spanking bench, and Elise took a quick step toward Brandon. “I didn’t hear you complaining, pussy boy.”
Shocked, Joshua and I both turned our heads to look at one another. Joshua shook his head, and I wanted to run in there and beg her to just stop talking.
“Elise, play has stopped,” James said again in a firm voice.
“Oh, I know it stopped. You interjected and made it stop. Pussy boy was fine continuing, weren’t you?” Elise asked as she looked down at Brandon’s erection. “See, he looks like he would be fine to continue.”
“She’s just digging her grave,” Josh said under his breath.
Grave. I thought about how she lost her husband. It seems that during her own grief, immense anger has taken over. I knew what it was like to be angry after the death of a loved one…or three, for that matter.
“Kneel, Brandon,” James instructed.
