Saving Graves: A Club Irons Novel

by Drew Sera

  After dinner, I rode home with my dad in silence. I had driven to his house earlier and left my truck there so we could drive to my graduation together. When he parked in the garage, I got out quickly and left my diploma with him. I didn’t care about anything right now.

  “Anthony, can you come inside? I want to talk to you.”

  “Dad, I don’t want to argue.”

  “I don’t either. But I want to clear a few things up.”

  I sighed and followed him inside. He set my diploma on the island counter in the kitchen and handed me a Coke.

  “When I found out your mother was pregnant, I was thrilled. I knew I could support both of you. I had begun looking into transferring my practice and was preparing to move to Las Vegas. I told her she wouldn’t need to work anymore and that I’d support you guys. I wanted you and her to be able to live comfortably. A few weeks before I was to move, she told me not to bother and that she had found someone else. Someone else who would let her continue to work at the club. I told her that I wanted to be part of your life. She said it would just confuse you and begged me to stay away. I swear on my life Anthony, I’ve never, ever regretted you being in my life. I know we’re getting a late start, but I love you so much and am so proud of you. Wherever you end up working, I will always support you. I’m sorry for earlier. Blake seems like a really nice man.”

  I was shocked. I had no idea that he tried to be in my life, but mom wouldn’t let him. I was angry too. I could have had a decent life. Everything was setting in as I sat there. I kept my mouth tightly shut and could feel myself shake.

  “Anthony, calm down and let it out.”

  I stood up and began pacing around the kitchen. My mom deliberately kept me from a decent upbringing. I could have had weekends watching football with my dad, and going to baseball games. I could have fucking stayed on my high school team because I wouldn’t have been bruised and banged up to where my coach worried about my health. I wouldn’t have been afraid to go to sleep, and I wouldn’t have been hungry. I would have existed.

  My dad stood in front of me now, halting my pacing. I looked in his eyes and saw sadness, and my dam broke loose. He pulled me against him and told me that he loved me and we’d make up for lost time.

  “I would have existed. She kept me from existing,” I sobbed against my dad’s shoulder.

  “I always knew you existed, Anthony.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  June 1996

  “Please read these forms and sign and date next to each section, acknowledging that you understand that this is permanent and that reversal, though possible, does not guarantee the results,” the lady behind the desk pointed to all of the sections on the packet of papers before attaching them to a clipboard.

  I nodded and took the clipboard to my seat and read over things several times before I completed it and took it back to the front desk.

  “Ok, and you saw the doctor a few weeks ago for the consultation. I don’t see your insurance card on file though. Do you have it with you, dear?”

  “No, I’m paying cash.”

  “Do you have insurance, sweetie?” she asked.

  My dad has insurance for me through the end of the year since I just graduated. But there was no way in hell I was putting a vasectomy on his insurance.

  “I do, but would just like to pay cash for this procedure.”

  She smiled and advised me to have a seat and they’d call me back soon. I had given this a lot of thought since graduation. God only knows what kind of shit is running through my DNA. Drug and alcohol addiction was abundant with my mother. Besides, I didn’t want to get hung up in a child support situation. And fuck, what if I loved the girl? I knew that most likely wouldn’t occur because there’s no way in fucking hell that I’m giving my heart to anyone.

  “Anthony Graves,” a nurse called my name, and I followed her down a hallway to a room.

  “So, are you ready?” the doctor asked when he walked in the room.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Did you bring anyone to drive you home afterward?” the nurse asked.

  “No, I live five minutes from here,” I lied.

  Is anything five minutes away in the Bay Area? They thought nothing of it and said they’d give me a cleaning and care sheet to take home. I changed into the gown they gave me and leaned back. They numbed my balls, and though they said I wouldn’t feel anything, I was still nervous that I would. I focused on the wall clock and the doctor’s degree on the wall and a Washington Huskies football helmet resting on a shelf during the procedure.

  “Almost done, Anthony,” the doctor announced.

  A few minutes later he said that I was all done and in about a half hour I could get dressed and would be able to leave. I nodded and accepted the literature the nurses handed me and paid close attention to her verbal instructions.

  “You can take ibuprofen for pain and apply some ice for any swelling. Try to wear supportive underwear over the next week at least.”

  I flipped through a Sports Illustrated Magazine while I waited my thirty minutes. I looked down at my giant balls as I stood naked before getting dressed. I laughed to myself as I thought of all the women who have commented on my balls being big. If they could only see them now.

  I took my papers and carefully sat down in my truck. I drove straight home and ordered a pizza before plopping my ass on the couch with ice wrapped in a towel resting snugly against my nuts. I’d be vegging here all weekend with baseball, movies and pizza delivery. Before I got too comfy, I called Blake.

  “Evening, Anthony, how are you feeling?”

  Blake knew that I was getting a vasectomy this weekend and made me promise that I’d call him when I got home and settled.

  “I’m doing fine, thanks. I’ve got pizza being delivered and will just relax in front of the TV with some baseball games and movies.”

  “I really wish you would have told your father, Anthony. He loves you and cares about you.”

  “I know. This was just a personal choice. I didn’t want him to be upset by it.”

  “Why would he be upset?”

  If Blake knew my past and especially the mini fight my dad and I had after graduation on our way to meet Blake and his wife for dinner, he’d understand why my dad would be bothered by this decision of mine. But it was just that; my decision.

  “It’s complicated, Blake.”

  “I understand. But I will be checking in on you.”

  “Thanks, Blake. I will be ok, though.”

  If he only knew what I had been through as a kid, he’d understand why this was a walk in the park for me.

  Chapter Seventeen

  July 1996

  “What’s your safe word, Stacey?” I asked the cute blonde as I leaned on the St. Andrew’s Cross in the dungeon stall.

  “Rain, Sir.”

  “Rain. Got it. Any injuries or places I should avoid?”

  “I have a neck trigger. Please, no hands or anything around my neck.”

  “Understood. No neck,” I reiterated as I looked in her eyes.

  I hate looking in their eyes while my cock is buried in them, but I feel that during negotiations, it’s a must. Once I was done with our discussion of safe words and limits, I slipped a blindfold over Stacey’s eyes.

  I have learned to play with my jeans unbuttoned. I typically got so hard that it became difficult during play to concentrate with my hard cock jammed in my jeans. So, when I came to play at Irons, I left the underwear at home, and before the scene started, I’d unbutton the jeans. It was easy enough during play to tug on the top of my jeans, and the zipper would give way and let my cock breathe.

  Stacey’s wrists were secured to the cross, and I had just finished securing her ankles to the cross. As I stood from my crouched position, I ran my hands up the backs of her legs. When my hands reached the curve of her ass cheek, I slapped it.

  “Oh!” Stacey blurted in surprise.

  I massaged her ass cheeks for a while, and o
ccasionally I slapped them. When they were a nice shade of red, I moved in front of her and lowered my head to nibble on her pink nipples. While I roughly taunted and teased one nipple, I groped and massaged her other perky tit. Moans erupted from her lips as my hands and mouth moved. My free hand found her swollen clit and I began playing with it.

  Soon, I was kneeling and enjoying the bath my face was getting with her pussy juices. Stacey tasted incredible. My tongue moved slowly at first, but as I quickly found out how delectable she was, my tongue couldn’t behave.

  Stacey began yelling and screaming out in pleasure when I pushed three fingers into her dripping pussy and began finger fucking her. My left hand gripped her ass cheek to help hold her hips still while my tongue and fingers continued to work.

  Fuck, her clit was so swollen, and I was painfully erect. Thankfully, my jeans were unbuttoned, and I tugged at the flap, sending my zipper down and freeing my cock. Fuck, it ached. I needed to fuck this girl.

  “Ready to come, Stacey?” I asked her and then flicked my tongue against her engorged nub.

  “Yes! Please, Sir!”

  With my fingers fucking her pussy, I slapped her swollen clit with two fingers from my other hand. She tried to bend a bit, but there was no give since she was locked up on the cross. She was taking the clit slaps extremely well and moaned out saying that she was so close. A few more clit slaps were all it took for her to tip over the edge and come. I buried my face against her and sucked on her clit.

  As she writhed around as best she could while restrained to the cross, I calmly stood and pulled a condom from my back pocket. I rolled it on as I strolled behind her and then thrust into her in one swift movement.

  “Ahh!” She yelled as I began to fuck her pussy. “Ma-aster Anth-ony! Oh…my….god!”

  I quickly moved towards my own release and slapped her ass every few thrusts.

  “Oh, I’m…I’m go-ing to…come again!”

  I smiled as I stared at her back. I pumped and pumped and then held still as my own orgasm descended.

  “Fuck!” I grunted out.

  I gripped Stacey’s hips for my own stability. I was doing fine until she came again and grasped my cock.

  Oh, fuck! It felt so good. I withdrew as I began to soften and pulled the condom off. I tied the open end and quickly tossed it in the trash by the stall’s entrance and hurried back to Stacey.

  “Doing ok, Stacey?”

  “Hell, yeah. That was incredible.”

  I smiled, and before I pulled her blindfold off, I kissed her cheek. I glanced in her eyes once the blindfold came off. And as with most of the other women, there was that hazy, lust filled look in their eyes.

  “Let’s get you down from here, shall we?” I said and focused on the task at hand.

  I didn’t want her to say anything that would make this awkward. I released her arms first, and while I bent down to free her ankles, I felt her hands in my hair.

  “You have soft hair, Master Anthony.”

  I didn’t say anything and finally got her ankles loose and then stood.

  “Shall we go sit in the care station area for a while?” I asked her.

  “Yes, I’d like that,” she said and wrapped her arm around mine.

  When we sat down in the care station stall, her hands were all over me. I gently pulled her hands away and held both of them down on her lap. I leaned forward and grabbed a granola bar and offered it to her.

  “Will you feed it to me?” she playfully asked.

  “No, but I’ll let go of your hands so you can feed yourself.”

  “I like the idea of you feeding me.”

  I let go of her hands and opened the granola bar before handing it to her.

  “You kissed me on the cheek.” She said while chewing. “The girls say you don’t kiss.”

  “I kiss lots of girls on the cheek,” I replied and bit into my own granola bar.

  “Do you kiss girls on the lips?”

  I didn’t. That’s not to say I haven’t made out with girls in college, but it seemed so juvenile to me. Even then. Lip kissing is serious. Too much can be misconstrued. I made it my personal thing to not kiss play partners on the lips. I don’t want them thinking it’s more than just a scene.

  “I don’t kiss play partners on the lips, Stacey.”

  “Do you have a girlfriend, Master Anthony?”

  “No.”

  “Do you think you want one?”

  “No.”

  “But then you can kiss them on the lips.”

  “It’s not important to me.”

  She rattled on more questions, and I complacently answered them in as few of words as I could.

  “I didn’t get to see your cock. The girls say you have a thick cock and big balls.”

  “Well, you felt my cock, so that should serve as a reference point for the girth of it.”

  “Can I see it?”

  “I think we’re just about done.”

  “I can suck cock well.”

  “I’m sure you can.”

  “Maybe you’ll let me suck it sometime.”

  “We’ll see.”

  I rarely ever played with the same girl twice. There was one girl I scened with a few times in San Francisco when I was first entering the lifestyle. She was older and very experienced, which was good for me.

  Once Stacey unhooked her claws, I went upstairs to the bar, and Warren had my ice cold Coke placed in front of me. He laughed and shook his head.

  “What?”

  “There are two women over there who have turned down four offers tonight, just for the off chance that you’d play with them,” Warren said and nodded in the direction of the unattached sub area.

  I glanced over, and the two women smiled at me. I turned back around and picked up my glass.

  “I just pulled Stacey’s hooks out of me. I’m not sure I can pull two more out tonight.”

  “Must be terrible,” Warren joked sarcastically. “You’re breaking hearts here, Anthony.”

  “I don’t mean to be. I just want to play.”

  “Don’t feel bad, Anthony. The girls talk and just want to experience you. You’re the youngest Dom here, and they all know you’re learning from Blake. You’re a force to be reckoned with.” Warren said and put up a small bowl of munchie mix. “Relax and eat something, Anthony.”

  I nodded and glanced around for Blake. I didn’t see him, which was odd because he’s usually waiting for me in the bar.

  “Warren, have you seen Blake?”

  “Blake is out by his favorite tree with Cathy.”

  I nodded and smiled. Blake and that fucking tree. He had landscapers tend to the trunk every few days. He kept one side natural and rough while the other side was smooth. It also didn’t escape my notice since Blake was absent, that he must have had Warren keeping his eye out for me…and reminded me to eat. Blake’s always reminding me to hydrate and eat a little something after my scenes.

  Chapter Eighteen

  August 1996

  Early arrivals to Irons started clogging up the lobby before the club opened. Blake had told me that they were there to try to get their chance at scening with me. I started to feel bad that these women would sit and waste their evening waiting for an opportunity. Sometimes I played twice in a night, but mostly it was just once. Girls I had played with before would still turn down other Doms and Tops in case I decided to play with them again, even though they knew I hardly ever played with the same woman.

  I needed to do something to keep them smiling and coming back, even though I couldn’t play with all of them. I walked over to the unattached sub area, and all the girls straightened their posture and pushed out their chests.

  “Ok ladies. I want to play a game tonight. I don’t have a ton of energy tonight but would love to have my cock sucked. So, you each get one minute. Whoever makes me come, gets a scene with me down in the dungeon tomorrow night.”

  For whatever reason, I preferred to be standing when I get blown. I lik
e holding their heads, and it feels so dirty to me to just be fucking their faces. When I unzipped and dropped my jeans to the ground, the ladies lined up on their knees. My watch was set to go off every sixty seconds, and then a new girl would go to work.

  The ninth girl had her lips wrapped around my cock when I saw Paul approach the unattached sub area. He crouched down and was talking to a girl that was deep in the line. Since all the girls waiting for their sixty seconds with me were dead quiet, I could hear his conversation clearly.

  “Would you like to negotiate a scene?” Paul asked the girl.

  “Thank you, Master Paul, for thinking of me. But I’d like to wait and see if I can make Master Anthony come. If I can, I get a scene with him tomorrow night.”

  “I can give you a scene tonight. Now if you’d like,” Paul suggested.

  “I’d still like my chance to scene with Master Anthony.”

  “You’re a masochist. Master Anthony isn’t a sadist. You won’t have that need of yours met.”

  “But, it’s a chance to scene with Master Anthony. All of the girls say he’s the best and worth the wait.”

  Paul stood and glared at me. Since the mentoring program, Paul has gotten really weird around me. He doesn’t scare me, but he’s the kind of guy I always want to know where he’s at. He walked closer until he came to a stop behind the girl who was blowing me.

  “Enjoying yourself, Master Anthony?”

  He’s such a fucking dick.

  I took hold of the girl’s head with both of my hands and began making deeper thrusts. My hard-on was falling with Paul standing right there. I didn’t want him to see that he was affecting me at all. Guys like Paul thrive on that shit.

  “I’m really, enjoying my night. Thanks for asking Master Paul,” I said.

  It seemed to piss him off, and he shook his head at me. The girl was deep throating me, and I was trying to hold off coming while Paul was right here. My watch beeped, and the sub moved out of the way, and another girl moved into position and licked my balls before taking my shaft in her mouth. As Paul turned and walked away, the sub tugged my balls with the perfect amount of pressure, pulling me towards her and deeper into her mouth.