“Do we have to talk about this?”
Too much.
“No, Brandon.”
“Okay, thank you. I don’t really want to talk about that now.”
“I understand, pup. But whenever you are ready or would like to talk about it, or tell me anything, I’m all ears.”
After he got dressed in the dark jeans and charcoal henley shirt that I set out on his bed, we were ready to go.
Since Sam Chisholm was also a member of Club Oxygen, I let him know that I was taking Brandon to the club so that he would know not to attend that night. I didn’t want Brandon to feel uncomfortable by his doctor possibly being there. I knew there was an outside chance Sam would be there due to his work schedule, but I didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks. I was well aware that there already were risks of triggers everywhere, and if I could eliminate some of them, that would be for the best. Per my request, Alison and Joshua would be there. I wanted Brandon to meet them because they had healthy masochistic streaks in them.
On our way to the club, I went over some of the rules with him but told him that we’d go over them each time we come to the club too. I didn’t want to overwhelm him with rules right away because all that he would be doing tonight was walking around with me. One aspect that I did go into a deeper discussion with him was that everything he would see tonight would be consensual. There was a good chance he would hear someone crying out or screaming, and I didn’t want him to be alarmed. He said that he understood, but we’d see how he would react if he heard something that triggered him.
Since having our talk about sadists and masochists a few days ago, each evening he’d ask me questions, and we had talked about the club. He knew that Alison and Joshua each had a red threaded necklace that they put on when they came to the club. It was an extra layer of protection for them. Tops, Doms, and Mistresses all understood and respected the meaning behind the red necklace. It meant the person wearing it was new and under the protection of someone else. There were a handful of mentors at the club, and each of us were well versed in who was being guided by who. But for a guest or a Top that might not visit the club regularly, the red necklace meant they were not allowed to negotiate a session without their mentor or protector present.
“Remember, pup, you’re safe here, and nothing will happen to you,” I reminded him as I parked.
“Okay,” he said, and then looked over at me. “And I still get to come home with you tonight, right?”
“I promise you, Brandon. You will come home with me.”
He smiled, reached for his mouth, and then asked me if I thought people would stare at him. People would stare for sure, but it wouldn’t be for reasons he feared. Either way, I needed to prepare him for that. Brandon had recently turned twenty-one, which was the minimum age someone needed to be to join the club. That reason alone would have people turning their heads.
“If it appears that people are staring at you, try not to be alarmed. They’re not looking at your wounds to make you feel bad. You’re very young, Brandon, and many people fancy a younger guy. Especially one as captivating as you.”
Quickly his hand came up to his face when he laughed at my comment.
“You are captivating, Brandon. On top of having the looks of a young model, you’re an exploring masochist. You’re a lethal combination for being nothing more than just yourself. So yes, people might look at you, pup.”
“Okay, I’ll be alright,” he declared.
“Of course you will. I’ll be right beside you. Now, are we ready?”
“Yes!” he exclaimed.
“Do you have your new driver’s license?” I asked him as we walked inside. He had just got his driver’s license yesterday, and he proudly pulled it out of his back pocket. I spotted Alison standing behind the check-in counter along with another submissive, Yazmin.
“Good evening, Alison and Yazmin,” I greeted and put my hand on Brandon’s shoulder. Both of the ladies gave us their full attention as I introduced them.
“Hi, Brandon, it’s nice to meet you,” Alison greeted him.
“Welcome to Club Oxygen, Brandon,” Yazmin said.
“Hi,” Brandon replied in an excited tone. I knew he was happy to be here.
“Alison, can you hand me a new red necklace?” I requested and then smiled at Brandon.
I knew that he would feel better knowing that everyone here respected the meaning behind the red necklace. I removed the necklace from the plastic bag and told him that I would put it on him. After I attached the two silver ends, I was taken aback by how excited he looked to have essentially a piece of string around his neck. His bright blue eyes sparkled as his hand felt the necklace with pride.
Once Yazmin checked us in and gave Brandon back his driver’s license, I gestured to the door that led to the inside of Club Oxygen.
“Shall we?” I inquired.
Brandon nodded, and I took him inside with me. I showed him around the main room and pointed to the bar and told him that the beverages were free and there was a limit to alcoholic drinks of one per person. On our way to the men’s locker room, we bumped into Joshua.
“Hey!” Joshua beamed as soon as he saw us. “I’m Joshua, but you can call me Josh,” he introduced himself to Brandon.
