As soon as I got off work, I drove home, took a quick shower, trimmed and shaved, and headed to the club. I dressed in my jeans and a button-up shirt, tossed my club wear into my messenger bag, and headed to the club.
Once at the club, I went straight to the men’s locker room and went to my locker. When I opened it, I hesitated when I saw an envelope sitting on the top shelf propped up against my bottle of shower gel. I pulled down the envelope and opened it. Inside was a greeting card.
Andrew,
I know this week is a rough one for you. When you need to vent, you know how to find me.
James
I read it over again a few more times before tucking the card into my messenger bag. James had always been kind to me and was a true friend. I stripped out of my clothes and put them in my locker. From my messenger bag, I retrieved my black jockstrap with the leather pouch and pulled it on. In my bare feet and wearing only my jockstrap, I headed out to the lobby. As I was coming out of the locker room, I saw James coming down the hall towards it.
“Hi James,” I greeted and waved as I walked down the hall.
“Andrew, it’s good to see you,” James said as we stood in front of one another. “I’ve been thinking of you this week.”
“I know, I just got your card. Thank you.”
“How are you doing? Did you see your father?”
“Yeah,” I sighed and looked away for a moment. “He’s depressed, obviously.”
James knew all about my family and the loss.
“I figured as much about your father, but, how are you?”
“I’m okay,” I replied. I felt I needed to say more and point out the obvious to him. “It’s been ten years now.” I paused and took a slow deep breath to calm my nerves. “So, what do you have going on tonight?” I asked and shifted the conversation away from me.
“I have a new Top coming in shortly. I’m going to do a guided session with her and Joshua.” Part of me had hoped that he didn’t have something going on and could give me the session I had needed. “Are you going to negotiate a session tonight?” James came right out and asked.
“Yes. I have been looking forward to it all week.”
James nodded and folded his arms across his chest.
“You will be mindful of your inner voice, right?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“When it tells you that you’ve had enough and you begin to pull away, what do you do?”
“Say my safe word.”
“Good, Andrew. Negotiate safely. I will be around tonight. If possible, I’d like to see you before you leave the club.”
I wanted to remind him that I was no longer under his care, but I caught myself. James was just a concerned friend, and I couldn’t fault him for that.
“You know how it goes, Andrew. Even when you leave my nest, you don’t leave my heart.”
James grasped my shoulder as he stepped around me and went into the men’s locker room. I took a deep breath and went in search of what I hoped to find.
I found one of the club’s most experienced female Tops, Mistress Rose. Luckily, she had not negotiated a session with anyone yet. With confidence, I successfully negotiated the heavy session that I had needed.
Quite a while later, I felt my legs buckle as I came. I caught myself by gripping the chains that dangled from the bar overhead. I blinked a few times as the black painted bricks of the wall came into focus. As Rose wrapped her arm around my waist to help steady me, I looked down. The elastic top of the jockstrap was pulled down and tucked under my balls. My cock was exposed, and Rose’s hand was bringing me down gently.
“Feel better, Andrew?” she asked.
I rolled my shoulders and could feel the warmth from the pain spread across my upper back. I nodded my response to Rose and let go of the chains that had helped me keep my balance.
“Thank you, Mistress Rose,” I said quietly.
