Page 36 of Whirlwind

Chapter 2

Eric

From the moment that the sweet little sub opened the door, Eric had his eye on him. He had a slim, sexy body that even the crutch couldn’t detract from. His barely-there underwear and leather harness were bold and risqué for someone so apparently new to the scene.

He must have been wanting this for a long time.

Eric could already feel the smooth leather under his palms, the slick fabric as he ran his fingertips over that impressive package.

The sub’s cheeks were smoothly shaved, with just a hint of stubble. By his fresh face, Eric judged him to be in his late twenties, but the hint of grey at his temples could have put him well into his thirties. Eric loved a hint of grey like that.

The boy’s shoulders and pecs were deliciously outlined by the leather harness, every muscle defined. They were the bulging muscles of a gym rat, but didn’t match the rest of his body, which was trim, but not especially cut.

Eric realized that he must use his arms for mobility, though there might be some weights thrown in there as well.

Either way, he wanted to lick those delicious, defined muscles. Following the boy’s slow progress with his eyes, he realized that he wanted to lick his thin, soft calves even more.

He walked with a syncopated rhythm, right foot, crutch, pause, left foot. His right hip tilted outward as he walked, giving a glimpse of his inner thigh, lightly dusted with hair.

He was a medium height, which worked well for Eric who wasn’t overly tall himself. They’d fit together perfectly.

Eric’s eyes swept down the boy’s body, following the line of his harness down to his treasure trail. His belly had the softest swell, and there was just a bit of extra fat on his hips and butt, giving him a juicy ass that Eric wanted to sink his teeth into.

But the sexy body was just icing on the cake. What really called to Eric was that irresistible combination of strength and fragility, determination and submission. His eyes, peeking out from that artfully messy hair, said everything.

The boy was clearly terrified, overwhelmed by the club and worried about being judged or rejected. But he walked to the bar with his head held high.

If anything, his uneven gait made him even sexier. This was a strong man, a man who fought and endured. A man who was just waiting to put all that strength in someone else’s hands so he could let go.

Eric knew that a lot of Doms got annoyed with new subs. They needed so much guidance, had so many little questions and insecurities. Some would try it once and never come back. Some would freak out. They usually didn’t know what they wanted, and if they did, they didn’t have the confidence to express it. Limits were a guessing game, because the subs often didn’t know themselves.

But there was something that Eric liked about the new ones. The glint of hope mixed with worry, anxiety blossoming into desire. That made it worth taking things a little slow. He liked talking things through and giving a sub a great first memory.

When they got a bit more confident, he’d sometimes introduce them to good Doms who matched their styles, if they hadn’t already found partners on their own. Over the past five or six years, he’d taken the credit for playing matchmaker for three collaring ceremonies.

He’d also had experienced subs send the new ones his way, maybe as a way of looking out for each other.

It wasn’t really a kink, since he certainly enjoyed playing with more experienced subs, too. He had no illusions that he was taking the new subs’ virginity. He’d never met someone at the club who was entirely new to sex, and they’d typically played around at the edges of submission with someone before stepping foot inside the door.

It was more that he felt a bit protective over them. He loved that look they gave him when they realized that he could give them exactly what they’d been looking for.

With this boy… Eric felt a tingling in his spine. He was going to be electric.

Eric watched him as he made his way across the room. He knew his eyes were feral and didn’t try to hide them.

He didn’t want to rush the boy before he’d even sat down and got his bearings. As long as no one else made a move, he could take his time to enjoy.

He watched the sub’s eyes dart to the side, in a move that would have been subtle if Eric hadn’t been watching so closely.

He followed the path of his gaze. Eric’s friend Thomas was getting a blow job from a new sub that he vaguely remembered him walking in with. Thomas was feeding him his cock while the boy cried and moaned.

Eric’s new toy seemed to get something out of his quick glance at the scene, if his sudden inhalation was anything to go by.

Eric wondered which part of it appealed. Giving head? Exhibitionism? A little pain? Or submission in general? It would be exciting to find out.

The boy finally made it to the bar. He first leaned the crutch against the counter, then used both arms to hitch himself onto the high stool.

He winced, then used his arms again to shift into a comfortable position. Then he shook out his shoulders, like they were sore, too.