“Mmm, yes. I’d like that.”
I was about to stand, but he was quick to tell me about his other ideas.
“Or maybe you have to spank me while I’m wearing it.”
“What would I be spanking you for, pup?”
“For coming on my pup bed when you weren’t home. Maybe I was watching porn and rubbed one off on my puppy cushion.” He looked down at me and shrugged.
God, I loved this young man.
“You are a dirty boy, aren’t you?”
“I’m your dirty boy.” He wore a smile proudly.
“You know what happens to dirty boys? They get punished and fucked hard.”
His smile hadn’t fallen; in fact, the black pupil that had been in the center of his blue eyes had grown. I knew his body was ready to explode. I stood and then slapped his ass before setting the cock cage in the locker. I retrieved the paddle that I had brought and made sure I had his nipple clamps in my pocket. I closed the door to the locker and patted his lower abdomen.
“Does my dirty pup need to visit the urinal before you get your punishment?” I asked.
“Yes! Fuck, yes,” he murmured.
I pulled out the nipple clamps from my pocket and held them in my palm for him to see. A huge smile spread across his face and touched his eyes. I loved how excited he’d get for the promise of pain. I quickly put the clamps on each nipple and tightened them nice and tight.
“Mmm,” Brandon cooed and reached down for his cock, but I smacked his hand away.
“Hands off your dirty cock, pup.”
With my hand on his neck, I guided him away from our locker, but he stopped walking. His hand quickly went to his neck, and panic settled on his face.
“What, Brandon?”
“My red necklace! I left it at home. I forgot it.”
“It’s alright, Brandon. No one will attempt to negotiate a session with you when I’m with you.”
“But,” he started again. I realized that he really needed the security of that object. To him, that little red thread meant that he belonged to me.
“After you piss, we’ll go to the front, and I’ll get you a temporary one.”
“Okay,” he said excitedly.
We made our way to the urinals, which often had people engaging in play of some sort. It was an unspoken rule that the wall that had the gray subway tiles were the urinals for play sessions, while the urinal wall with the white tiles was for regular use. I steered Brandon toward the white tiled wall.
While I waited, I nodded politely to Tabitha. She was standing in the center between the two urinal walls with her hands perched annoyingly on her hips. While she watched over two men who were probably in their forties, she gave me a look and playfully rolled her eyes as she watched Brandon make his way to the urinal. She was a wonderful Top with a sadistic streak in her. Tabitha often had a slew of middle-aged men who wanted to be controlled. She played brilliantly and safely. She could degrade and humiliate well, and then provide wonderful after care.
“Let’s go, gentlemen. Did you guys get both drops out?” she called out. She went to them and grabbed their ass cheeks. “Listen!” She took handfuls of their hair in her hands and turned their heads to face Brandon’s back. “Do you hear that healthy piss stream? That twinkie pisses more manly than you two. Now hurry it up!” She let go of their heads and resumed her position in the center. She looked at me and winked as she shrugged.
As Brandon flushed and hurried to the set of sinks, she raised her eyebrow at me.
“He flushesandwashes his hands,” she announced to the men.
I smiled at Brandon as he came over to me. He pointed to his bare neck, and I nodded, letting him know that we would go get his temporary necklace. Brandon would be devoured in the club if people didn’t know that he was mine. Since he was naked, I couldn’t take him into the lobby with me; however, I spotted Joshua in the main room and headed over to him.
“Good evening, Joshua,” I began.
“Hey, guys,” Joshua greeted and glanced down Brandon’s body. Joshua had helped me by setting up one of the rooms for my session with Brandon. “Room six,” he said to me with a nod. “Are you looking forward to your session, Bran?” he asked.
