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Anderson – I pulled up to the club, the city’s best kept secret; only its members knew of its existence. As I stripped off my suit jacket and tie, both excitement and relief coursed through me. At work, I was in charge of big accounts, large sums of money, and peoples’ futures. But here, I could let go, and let someone else take charge – my Master, who gave me specific instructions on what to wear and when to arrive. He was in control of me, my body, my pain, my pleasure…and I knew incredible things awaited me by his hand.
*This spicy quick read contains no angst, but lots of steam and love. It features a BDSM relationship between two perfectly paired hunks.
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Anderson
My heart thumped wildly as I pulled the small black bag from my backseat. I gripped its straps and closed the car door, before hearing it lock with a honk.
I kept my steps measured and steady, not wanting to appear too eager or to draw attention as I neared the unmarked building. It was the city's best kept secret; only its members knew of its existence.
When I reached the plain metal door, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a key fob, which I touched to a small black square next to the door. The box beeped, and the door unlocked. I took a deep breath to rein in my excitement and entered, allowing the door to close behind me, and hearing the lock engage again.
In front of me stretched a hallway containing only two doors. I knew very well what each one held, and pushed open the door closest to me, stepping into a room lined with lockers and short wooden benches.
I was surprised to find that the room was empty; there were usually at least a handful of men preparing to go into the club, but tonight, I was all alone.
I placed my bag on the bench and typed in a code to open my reserved locker. As I stripped off my suit jacket and tie, both excitement and relief coursed through me. At work, I was in charge of big accounts, large sums of money, and peoples' futures. But here, I could let go, and let someone else take charge.
I hung my suit neatly in my locker, placing my shiny dress shoes beneath it. It was freeing to be out of my work clothes, standing there nude in the cool room, but that wasn't how I would enter the club.
I unzipped my bag and lifted out a black leather harness. Master liked me in leather. I tucked my arms through the holes and buckled the straps over my shoulders, pulling them snug but not too tight, making sure they were still comfortable.
I swallowed hard and pulled out the last piece of my wardrobe; a matching black leather jock strap. Normally when I came to the club, I wore tight shorts or even a pair of high-cut briefs, keeping myself somewhat covered, but Master had given me clear instructions on what to wear tonight.
I stepped into the jock and pulled it up my legs, cupping my cock and balls in the supple leather, and framing my juicy ass with the straps. My body was medium build, with a little more padding than I'd like to carry around, but I would never complain about my thick cheeks, and neither would Master. He often told me how much he loves them, and I wanted to please him.
I checked the time on my cell phone before placing it in my locker, as they were strictly forbidden inside the club. It was ten after six, so I still had a few minutes to spare. I shut my locker and walked over to the mirror on the wall to give myself one final once-over.
I combed my fingers through my thick black beard, making sure not a single hair was out of place. I didn’t have to worry about that when it came to my bald head. But what I lacked on my scalp, I made up for on my face and body; my torso was covered with wiry hair, along with an eagle tattoo that spanned across my shoulder.
I looked similar to many of the Masters who frequented the club; big, hairy, and commanding. A few weeks ago, I’d even been approached by a sub who was new to the scene. Of course I quickly shut him down, but pointed him in the direction of a willing Dom. The two of them were still going strong. As for me, I only had eyes for my Master. He gave me everything I needed and more.
I glanced at the ticking clock on the wall; it was 6:15, the exact time Master told me to arrive. So, I hurried out the door and down the hall. When I pushed into the second room, it was a much different scene.
Where the locker room had been deserted, the club was alive and bustling. Dozens of bodies moved across the dimly lit room; some were wearing leather like I was, while others donned pup hoods and tails, and there were a few walking around completely nude - one being led by a beefy Dom and a chain around his neck.
In the distance, I found what I searched for; Master, leaning against the brick wall. Even though there were countless visual delights on parade before him, his eyes were trained only on me.
My cock jerked at the sight of him. He was tall like me, but slim. His skin was pale and smooth, covered only by a pair of tight leather pants. His white-blond hair was combed back from his face, making his crystal blue eyes even more striking as they bore into me. He slowly raised his hand and curled his finger, beckoning me forward.
Shit, I stared too long. I couldn’t help it; Master was the most beautiful creature I could imagine. I dropped my gaze to the floor, my mind racing with the possibilities of what he may do to me. Would I get rewarded for following his dress code, or punished for ogling him instead of reporting straight to him? Either option sounded equally amazing.
I would recognize his bare feet and suckable toes anywhere, and once they were before me, I dropped to my knees, keeping my head bowed and my hands behind my back, totally submitting myself to him.
Master walked a lap around me, and my cock twitched again when he hummed his approval at the sight of my bare, framed ass. I’ve pleased him. He stood in front of me once more, and his hands stroked the top of my smooth head as he spoke.
“You look so hot with your body on display for me. So many eyes fell on you when you came in.” Did they? I hadn’t even noticed, and I couldn’t care less. “They can look, but they can’t touch. You’re all mine. You belong to me.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied eagerly. I loved being his.
His fingers firmly massaged my scalp as my eyes rolled back and closed. “You look even better than I pictured, and you arrived right on time. I think you deserve a very special reward.” Oh. Fuck. Yes.
Master’s cheek rubbed against mine when he bent down, and his breath hit my ear when he added quietly, “I’m going to tie you up and whip you until you can barely stand the pleasure. Then I’m going to use your body for my pleasure.” His words were enough to create a wet spot on my leather jock as my cock drooled for him, desperately craving what he promised.
Master traced his fingers down my face and hooked them under my chin to lift my head. I forced my eyes open to see his, shivering at the way they looked straight into me. His voice was clear when he asked, “Do you want to play?”
No matter how worked up either of us got, he always checked for my consent, which was one of the million things I loved about him. He protected me, and never made me feel judged if I wasn’t comfortable with something.
