Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  He gently put the stools down and then hooked his hand back into my pants. His obedience was beautiful and flawless. I turned in his arm to face him and kept his hand where it was with my hand. I cupped his neck with my other hand and leaned in to talk to him over the music. I barely noticed the music tonight; Steele had all my attention.

  "What's your color?" While I was a horrible dominant and didn't establish safe words before we started, it was universally known that inside these walls "Green", "Yellow", and "Red" are house safe words and to be taken seriously by all.

  He leaned into my touch and my neck as I pulled him into me to give him my full attention and self. "Green, Sir."

  His voice was steady and sure. That eased the sudden worry I had. His breathing was normal, and his skin felt a little sticky but it was warm in here, and that was to be expected. I breathed in his scent and held him close just a little longer. He smelled faintly of metal, but mostly of clean sweat. There were strict rules at the club that no one could wear any kind of scents above regular soap. It might have seemed ridiculous to require people to wear unscented deodorant as well, but there were too many people in our community who were sensitive to harsh smells, and there were those like me who preferred the smell of clean sweat on a male. It was a more powerful aphrodisiac than chocolate. I had to stop my tongue from running along his neck and lapping at his skin.

  I pulled back so that I could look into his eyes. "Good. I want you to sit on the stool behind me and keep both your hands in my pants. You won't crowd me. The submissive I'm doing a scene with tonight has seen me with other submissives before. He won't question your presence. You won't speak at all during the scene unless I give you permission. If you need me during the scene, then remove both your hands. Any questions?"

  "No, Sir."

  "Are you still willing to serve me?" I didn't think he would say no, but I figured it'd be prudent to ask.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Thank you." He looked surprised that I thanked him, and I smiled as I turned around. I sat on one of the stools and bent over to get a bottle of water. I opened it and handed it back to Steele as he sat down. "Drink some of this before he gets here."

  He took the bottle from my hand and opened it. I watched his throat work to swallow the water, and my first thoughts were what he'd look like swallowing my cum. If I was lucky, I'd find that out later on tonight. He recapped the water and sat down behind me. He handed me the bottle, and I put it with the others. His hands slid into the back of my pants, and you'd think it would have been awkward working like that, but it wasn't. If anything, it was comforting. Now, how comfortable he was, I didn't know. I'd find out later when I debriefed him.

  I took a moment to center myself and then opened one of the waters and drank some. I recapped it and put it to the side with the others. I dragged the duffle between my legs and opened it. This was Phil's bag. I kept it just for him. I pulled out the new can of lard and set it on the floor. I pulled out a fresh piddle pad and unfolded it so that it lay on the floor between me and halfway under the swing. This helped with clean up and prevented any spare lard from getting on the floor if it dripped down. I took off the lid to the lard and opened the freshness seal. I got a new can for every scene. I didn't want to risk anything weird growing in it and then being put into Phil's body. That was just unsanitary. I don't think most people thought about the fact that stuff put into your ass is absorbed into your system quickly. I took out the box of gloves and waited until Phil got there. I looked at my watch and noticed that I had only a few minutes before he should arrive.

  I looked back towards the lockers and saw him there getting undressed. He was right on time as usual. I knew he had money because of the kind of clothes he wore, and he did take care of himself. There's just a certain look to someone when they have the money to spend on skin care and expensive soaps and the ilk. I didn't know much about Phil, mainly because he was very specific when we started this arrangement that I was not to ask any questions about his life period. That was fine with me. I didn't need to know. He did tell me things that I did need to know like when he was put on blood pressure meds. Sometimes, I wished I knew what happened in his life that he had to be like this and wasn't able to find someone who could see the real him. I did what I could. I cared as much as he let me and that was all I could do.

  Throughout my whole scene with Phil, I never once lost track of Steele. He was so good. In order for him to be comfortable, he had to sit right behind me with me between his legs. At one point, he put his forehead down against my back and just kept it here. He moved with me like he was a part of me. I'd never done that before. Usually, if I had a submissive with me like this when I was doing a scene, I'd make them kneel off to the side. I didn't make them keep contact with me, but the thought of losing that contact with Steele made my stomach clench.

  After the scene was over, I felt bad for rousing Steele from his position, but I needed to help Phil get out of the swing. I handed Phil his water and then took the bottle back when he was done. I made sure his feet were solidly on the ground and then pulled him up and out of the swing. Once I was sure he was steady on his feet, I let his hands go.

  "Thank you, Gavin." Phil nodded at me and then turned to go back to the lockers. With any other person, I would have insisted upon aftercare just to ensure that everyone was in a good mental place, but with Phil, I just had to let him go. He would go back to his hotel and decompress and then head back home in the morning. I watched Phil for another minute just to ease my mind that he was okay and then I turned back to clean up the mess and to Steele who had remained seated with a hand wrapped around my calf.

  I stepped into the space between Steele's legs, and he wrapped both arms around my legs. I looked down at him curiously, and he looked up at me. His eyes were a crystal blue that shown brightly even in this light. I had more light than usual over here so that I could see what I was doing, but it was still dim in comparison to outside this room. His eyes looked watery though, and that worried me. I ran my hands lightly over his head.

  "What's your color?"

  He swallowed hard and croaked out, "Green, Sir."

  "Are you sure?" I bent down and picked up his water bottle and opened it. He took it with a small smile and drank from it.

  "Yes, Sir. I'm sure," he said, finally after his dry throat was moist once more. He recapped the bottle and put it down then he moved his hands to my belt buckle. I stilled his hands with mine.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Giving you the blow job that I said I would, Sir."

  "You know I didn't mean it and that I was just pushing to see where your boundary was."

  He smiled and gave a small laugh. "I know. But I want to."

  "Have you ever before?"

  He shook his head. "No, Sir."

  I groaned. He was going to doom me. I let go of his hands. "Take it slow."

  He licked his lips and then unbuckled my pants. He pushed my pants and my black short boxer briefs down to my ankles. If he was surprised by my underwear choice, it didn't show. I spread my legs to give him as much room as he needed. He reached between my legs and pulled my sack forward unsticking it from the back. My balls hung freely now, and I was grateful for the readjustment. Steele ran the palm of his hand over my balls and up my shaft. He leaned forward, and his nose followed his palm.

  He inhaled as his nose traveled up and his face gave no indication that he was unpleased by the smell. He rolled his palm over my head and then wrapped his fingers around my shaft and pulled my foreskin back as he stroked down. His nose dug under the glands and I could feel the air move as he inhaled my scent. My cock twitched and flexed bringing up a bead of precum. It smeared across the flesh as Steele's nose almost dug into my slit. He followed it with his tongue, and I had to put a hand on the back of his head to steady myself. I put my other hand on his shoulder.

  I shuddered and moaned louder as his tongue flicked around my head and then his lips wrapped around it. He lapped around
my head and then sucked. My grip tightened as I fought to keep control and not just blow in his mouth right away. He looked up at me, and the look of surrender in his eyes was unmistakable. He stilled and loosened his mouth around me.

  "Thank you for this gift, Liam." I pushed further into his mouth slowly, and he tightened his lips around me. I made several shallow thrusts before pushing in towards the back. His mouth was so hot and wet, and he was applying the perfect amount of suction.

  "Tap my leg if you need me to stop and pull back. Tap my leg twice if you understand." He tapped twice quickly. "Gooood boy." I inhaled slowly as I pushed further back. Steele gagged but didn't pull back. His eyes teared.

  I pulled back a little bit. "Relax your throat. That's it, babe, now breath through your nose in slow breaths." I pushed in again, and he gagged but not as hard. I pulled back again and then push in again. "You're doing so good, boy, and you feel incredible."

  He smiled around my cock and squeezed my thigh. I was so close to blowing my load. I know it had only been a few minutes, but his submission alone was enough to get me off. "Take a slow deep breath and hold it." I pushed in further and entered his throat. His eyes bulged a little.

  "It's okay, just relax." I felt his throat loosen and I pushed in further. I gripped the base of my cock hard to prevent me from spewing all down his throat. I only kept my head buried in his throat for a few seconds before I pulled back out. I pulled all the way out of his mouth, and Steele gasped for air. I stroked my cock lightly as tears ran down the side of his face and he sniffled up snot that was threatening to come out his nose. There was something just so unbelievably hot about the sight.

  I looked down, and the bulge in his jeans was very obvious. Steele took another breath and then went to my cock. "Woah. Slow down. Unzip your pants and take your cock out of that sexy jock." The blush on his cheeks deepened, but he moved both hands down to his pants while trying to keep my dick in his mouth. I pulled back to let him go so he could get them undone, but he followed me. I moved back, and he glared up at me like I was trying to take away his favorite toy. I held still and stroked my shaft. He got his jeans undone and freed his thick cock. He was harder than steel, and I laughed at myself for my own cheesiness.

  Drool was dripping down into his beard, and I didn't think his beard could be any sexier. I was wrong. It was sexier now. The soft rasp of his beard against the inside of my thighs even felt good. He started moving his mouth up and down my cock while he fisted his own. I could see the precum dampening his from here. I could imagine the sound of it squishing around his foreskin as he stroked. The stupid music drowned out the noise.

  "I'm going to cum." I started to pull out of his mouth, and he growled at me. He shoved his head down and swallowed my cock. "Fuck!" His cock pulsed and watching the thick cum shoot out of him was the last straw to my control. I gripped his head and practically roared as my orgasm rushed through my body. My cock pulsed in my hand and after the first spurt, I pulled back so he could swallow. My eyes never left him and his never left mine. He moaned around me, and my balls tightened and then relaxed as the last jet of cum dribbled out. My knees buckled, and I unceremoniously came out of Steele's mouth as he hurried to steady me. His firm grip on my thighs steadied me, and I gripped on to his shoulders.

  "Fuck. I'm sorry." I laughed at how weak I was from the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me. He let go of me with one hand and pulled the other stool over.

  "Here sit." He was laughing silently at me or at himself because his cock was still flopped out. We looked ridiculous, and I didn't care. I felt light and happy and yeah silly. I couldn't remember the last time I felt like this. I pulled Steele to me and kissed him. It wasn't hard, but it was firm. He froze for a second and then melted into my arms. I felt him wrap his arms around me and I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. His beard felt weird at first, but it was just as soft as I thought it would be. His lips were swollen from my cock, and his beard was cold and wet, but I didn't care. I licked into his mouth, and he opened for me greedily. I slid my tongue along his, in and out. I tightened my grip on him. I needed to be closer. I needed to be inside him. My cock threatened to fill again, and I forced myself to pull back. I broke the kiss and gasped for air.

  "We need to get cleaned up and then aftercare." I pulled back to look at him and make sure he was okay.

  "I don't need aftercare." I almost rolled my eyes at him.

  "I don't care. I do. You'll help me clean up and then we're going to a couch and talk. That is what you wanted is it not?" I hardened my tone because I was very serious about making sure he was okay whether he thought he needed it or not.

  "Yes, Sir." He released me and started to stand up.

  Once I was certain he was moving and obeying, I stood up and righted myself. I instructed Steele on how I wanted things and he helped clean the area and ourselves. Once everything was back where it belonged, Steele put a hand in the back of my pants, and I smiled. I caught a smile from Able as we walked by.

  I lead us out of the play space and into the break room. I made him some hot cocoa because despite what he said there were still a lot of endorphins and hormones running around his body now and the warm sugar would help stave off any immediate drop. I made myself some too because I knew I would need it. I brought us into the social area and to one of the small couches. I set down our cups on the side table and took my duffle bag out of his hand and put it on the floor. I moved him to sit on the couch, and I sat next to him. He scooted closer until we were touching, and I handed him his cocoa. He took it with a smile and sipped it.

  I put my arm around him, and he snuggled closer into my chest. I squeezed him and smiled knowingly. Everyone needed aftercare whether they thought so or not. It's the form the aftercare took that varied from person to person. When I've mentored dominants in the past, I always reminded them that what you thought was aftercare may not be aftercare to another person, and you needed to know what you needed as well. Tops needed aftercare as much as bottoms.

  We sat there in silence for several minutes while we drank. Steele drained his cup and leaned over me to put it down on the side table. He then plucked my cup out of my hand and put it on the table as well. He moved to straddle my lap, and I opened my arms to give him room.

  "Is this okay? I'm not too heavy?" he asked as he settled down on my lap.

  "No, you're just fine." I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me. I buried my face in his chest which was still slightly damp and inhaled his scent. I didn't want to let him go, but I knew that I had to. I squeezed him again and then loosened my grip. His hands cupped my face gently, and he leaned down to kiss me. I did what I had been dying to do, and I fisted his beard with one hand and held him to me.

  We made out for I don't know how long until we were both hard and grinding against each other like teenagers. I finally broke us apart, and we panted against one another.

  "We need to get going. Able is going to want to close up soon." I groaned into his chest. I released him and brought my hands between us. I tapped on my watch a few times. "What's your number? I'm going to call you tomorrow for two reasons. One to check in on you and two to negotiate your scene."

  Steele leaned in and kissed my cheek before sitting back. He grabbed my wrist and spoke his number into it after he hit the microphone button. I looked at my watch as it registered the number and I hit save.

  "Thank you, Sir." Steele smiled as he climbed off my lap. He adjusted himself with an absolutely adorable blush. I stood up and walked him out.

  "Goodnight, Liam. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Make sure you get some protein in you before you go to bed."

  He laughed lightly. "I think I already got plenty of protein." He winked at me and closed the door behind him.

  I leaned against the doorway between the check-in room and the break room in awe of what the night turned into. I really hoped that in the light of day he didn't think it was all a mistake.

  Chapter Three - Liam

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sp; The Third Night

  The last month had flown by, and I was nervous about tonight, excited but nervous. Sir called the following morning after our night together at noon like he said he would, and we talked. We talked about how I felt that night which was still a tumult of emotions for me and we talked about the possibility of doing the scene that I desperately wanted.

  That whole night was eye-opening for me. The way Sir handled Phil was heartbreaking in one hand and gorgeous in the other. I also got hard and fully aroused because of another person for the first time since I was a teenager and, in my twenties, I chucked that up to just teenage hormones and a fluke. When we talked, I explained to him about how for the last twenty years I identified as asexual. He was confused because most kink is sexual and while some kink is of course not sexual most of what drives a fetish is how it makes us feel sexually. I simply told him that I liked the pain and that even though I usually wasn't aroused by it, I gained pleasure from it. I also clarified for him that I'd never been with a woman sexually in anyway nor had I been with a man.

  It was two weeks of texting and phone calls before he was able to come over to my property on the edge of town. I had a large studio that extended to the outside, and no one was around for a few miles in any direction. This was perfect for the small test that he had planned. He wanted me to feel the various whips that he had and determine which ones I liked and which ones I didn't. We found out that I really loved sting far more than thud. I never really liked thud but had settled on it over the years because I needed some sort of pain play in my life, and that was what most of the females I was willing to bottom for were good at.