He was marking the box for yes or strong yes on pretty much everything.
As the questionnaire got more advanced, however, Dylan realized that he maybe wasn’t as far into the deep end of the kink pool as he’d thought. Anything involving bodily fluids other than come and spit was a no, and the only part of the impact play section that got more than a maybe was:spanking, hand.
Needles, knife-play, branding and scarification were all a hard no. Just the idea of August or Ryker coming at him with a knife made his balls want to escape back into his body, and if they ever asked to brand him, he’d run screaming for the hills.
Some things that he hadn’t considered, however, sounded like a lot of fun. Being wrestled into submission, stomping, and pretty much every form of pet-play on the questionnaire had Dylan enthusiastically marking strong yes.
He’d love for August and Ryker to put a collar on him and lead him around on a leash, lavishing him with praise and petting him, and then when they were done being nice, maybe they could push him to the floor and bully him with their booted feet.
The thought made Dylan’s stomach squirm with nervous arousal.
By the time he’d finished the questionnaire, Dylan looked up and realized that he’d missed his station. They were two stops past the university, and the doors were about to close. He jumped out of his seat and rushed to the exit, managing to slip out of the subway cart just in time.
He crossed to the other side of the platform and looked up at the screen. The next train was due in just two minutes, and so he should make it to class without being late.
As he waited, Dylan pulled up the questionnaire and stared at the submit button. He’d finished filling it out, but he hadn’t submitted it so that it could be compared to August and Ryker’s results. He debated holding off – wondering if he should go back and give his answers more thought – but he was too curious to see how his results compared to his alphas’.
He clicked submit.
Congratulations! Your results will be visible once Dr. S and Alpha complete the questionnaire.
Dylan let out a growl of frustration. How was he the first one to finish the form? He took a screenshot of the message and sent it to August and Ryker and then put his phone back in his pocket. It immediately started vibrating, and Dylan wondered which one of them was calling him.
It was Ryker.
“Hi, Ryker,” Dylan answered. “I filled out the thing August sent me.”
“I saw that,” Ryker said. His voice was stern, and Dylan’s stomach clenched happily. “I have to say, sending a screenshot and no text feels a little passive aggressive.”
Dylan swallowed, shifting his stance. “I thought you guys had already filled it out.”
Ryker laughed. “We will. Did you mark spanking as a yes, no, or maybe?”
“A yes,” Dylan said. His cheeks clenched, nervous butterflies dancing in his stomach.
Ryker chuckled, the sound darkly amused and sounding very evil. “Good.”
A shudder ran down Dylan’s spine.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Ryker said, hanging up before Dylan could ask what he had planned. He lowered his phone, sliding it back into his pocket as the train pulled into the station. He climbed on board, wondering if he should just ride it all the way back to August and Ryker’s place.
There was no way he’d be able to focus on his lectures when he knew that there was a spanking waiting for him at the end of the day.
* * *
A few hours later, Dylan sat in the busy undergraduate cafeteria, sharing a table with Annie and their friend Coco. Coco’s brother was an undergraduate, and he had an excess of credits left on his meal plan that he either needed to use or lose before the end of the semester. He’d swiped them in and then promptly abandoned them.
Sitting in the noisy cafeteria was weirdly nostalgic. The food was worse than what Dylan remembered from his undergrad days, but he wasn’t going to complain. He was eating for free, after all.
“So, Annie says you’re still hooking up with the werewolves,” Coco said, first thing after they’d gotten their food and found a table. “How’s that going?”
Dylan was proud of himself for not blushing. He casually cut into his grilled chicken and said, “It’s going well. We’re getting pretty serious.”
Annie snorted. “He moved in with them.”
“Only because the ceiling in my studio fell down.” Dylan turned to Coco. “There was a leak in the apartment above me and it damaged the plaster over my kitchen nook. I wasn’t at home when it happened.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Coco said. She turned to Annie. “Have you made sure nothing like that is going on in your unit?”
