by Drew Sera
“Here you are, Mr. Everett,” Leslie said as she handed me the papers.
I thanked her as she left and found the twenty-thousand-dollar wire. My heart was pounding and I was curious as I read the account where the wire originated from. Graves, A.D.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” I said under my breath and headed straight for his office with the paper in hand.
I shut his door and sat down in front of his little Christmas tree. I didn’t even know how to bring this up. It was almost comical to me. I held the wire page out toward him.
“Are you here to bust my balls about that too?” he asked.
“No. It’s very generous of you.” He shrugged. “It’s a lot of money, Anthony,” I said.
He got up from his chair, shoved his hands in his pockets and went to stand by his floor to ceiling window.
“I know how much it is,” he said without looking at me.
“It’s nearly your monthly salary, Anth.”
“I know what it is.” He paced in front of the window and looked at the floor. “It’s a chance for someone. Some kids won’t be hungry or have to dig out of the trash for food…or keep their eyes glued to the ground wherever they walk hoping they find spare change to buy lunch.”
I leaned back in my chair and looked at him as my mind raced. He spoke as if he had experience with this. He was tense, and I could tell that it was important for him to donate this and for me to leave him alone about it. I just didn’t want him to go hungry after donating almost a month’s worth of his own salary.
But I knew better; Anthony had money. I think his dad left him a boatload of it. He wouldn’t go without for a month without the money he donated. He was probably set for life. I was going to ask him, gently, if he had ever experienced going without food.
“Anthony—”
“Don’t, Colin.” He stopped pacing the floor and looked at me. “Please don’t ask me anything. Don’t make me answer something that you don’t really want to know the answer to.”
I already knew the answer.
There were a lot of complex layers to my best friend. While he always had my back, sometimes he could be so vague and private about himself…but he had the most generous heart of anyone I knew.
Chapter Twenty-Four
May 2006
Colin and I continued to have unattached submissives lined up each night we went to Irons. Women loved scening with us and most articulated well during negotiations what they were looking for.
But Shannon was a little different than a lot of the subs we’ve played with. She was a masochist and just a few years younger than me. There was something very playful about her, and though she didn’t have the most model-like body in the place, she carried herself with confidence. And that was sexy to me. Unfortunately, she played with Paul often, which was an immediate turn off for me. But we hadn’t scened with her, and she was very adamant about playing, even though she knew we weren’t sadists. If she wanted that, she’d be disappointed.
“Do you have any hard limits aside from what is on your play card?” Colin asked.
I knew her hard limits already since I grabbed the play card from Colin on our way to the dungeon stall. Even though subs are supposed to look their play card over when they check-in, Colin and I have gotten in the habit of asking and double checking with each sub we play with. It just takes a moment to ask and could save our asses and the girls’ too.
“No, Master Colin. I don’t have any additional limits,” Shannon confirmed.
“My hard limit is my side scar. No touching,” I said.
Every submissive in Irons knew not to touch my scar. Anyone who asked me about it got nowhere. It was a private part of my life, and while I wanted no attention on it, I had to communicate to those I played with that it’s a hard limit for me.
“I understand, Master Anthony.”
“What kind of scene are you looking for tonight, Shannon?” Colin asked.
While most women said they just wanted a scene with us and would toss out something like saying they want chains or rope incorporated, Shannon knew with great detail, exactly what she wanted.
“I want you two to spank my ass like the spoiled brat I am. Treat me as if I’m your naughty sub. Make me sorry for my ways. I want to be punished with Master Anthony fucking my tight, virgin ass,” she said in a seductive tone.
Colin was already looking at me when I looked over at him.
“Shannon, are you really an anal virgin?” Colin asked her.
Typically, Colin took the asses, and I took the pussies. He preferred giving anal sex, and according to the ladies, he knew how to take his time and make it pleasurable for them. I tend to be tougher than Colin when fucking. So, for the benefit of the submissive, I usually stayed out of the ass.
“I’ve been practicing with butt plugs and anal beads, but I’ve never actually had a real cock in my ass,” she admitted.
Without having a conversation with Colin, I knew he’d be better for her ass than me. Since she had never had a cock up her ass, that also meant she was new to double penetration. Also, another reason why Colin would be better for her ass.
“I think you’d enjoy Master Colin’s cock in your ass instead of mine Shannon. He can make it more enjoyable. I’d hurt your ass,” I advised.
She looked slightly disappointed and asked for permission to speak.
“Please, Sirs. I like pain. I’d really like my first real ass fucking to be a rough ass fucking,” she pleaded.
She really was a masochist and wanted me up her ass. And the thought of taking this sexy young ladies’ ass cherry made me as hard as granite. Colin looked over at me and smiled. He was on board with it and looked back at Shannon.
I sauntered toward her, took a handful of her dark hair and tugged on it, causing her head to tilt back so she looked upward at me. With my free hand, I yanked down one of the cups of her bra, exposing one of her tits.
“You want a rough ass fucking, Shannon? I’m going to fuck this ass of yours like the misbehaving brat you are. I’m going to fuck you hard and give you what you’re begging for until that cunt of yours is dripping and that ass is aching. Then, if you can handle it, you’re going to sit on Master Colin’s cock and then I’m going to fuck your ass again.” I said and gazed into her eyes for any indication that this really wasn’t what she wanted.
Lust filled her eyes as her pupils dilated. This girl really wanted this. The sound of Colin’s hand slapping the leather pad on the spanking bench filled the dungeon stall.
“Assume the position, Shannon,” Colin instructed. “Safe word is ‘red.’”
Colin pulled a new leather strap from the wall with implements on it and turned it over in his hand. He looked at me, waiting for my opinion. I shook my head. He knew that I never used anything on a sub that even somewhat resembled a belt and he’s never used one in my presence. He never asked me why; he probably knew that I wouldn’t tell him anyhow.
I reached for a studded leather slapper. If Shannon hadn’t been a masochist, I wouldn’t have selected the studded slapper. But, she was. She’d enjoy this. I found my toy and slapped it in the palm of my hand. Colin decided on a crop, and then we returned to Shannon.
By now, she was naked and straddling the spanking bench. After Colin and I had two rounds of administering ten swats, I nodded at Colin letting him know I was ready. I wasn’t going to fuck her ass brutally or while she was draped over the spanking bench, but I wasn’t Colin either.
With a handful of Shannon’s hair in my hand, I guided her to the metal table. Colin stretched out on the table and took hold of Shannon’s upper arms to help her with balancing. I took hold of her hips and pulled her toward me.
“Shannon, lean over and suck on Master Colin while I introduce your ass to my cock.”
I gave her ass another slap as I lubed up my condom generously. My cock was so hard and I kind of felt bad for this girl. I wasn’t the best person for an anal virgin. But she specifically wanted me, so she’
ll get that.
I lined up my cock with her tiny, puckered hole and pushed my cock in. Shannon stilled and tensed at my invasion, but I didn’t stop my progress. Colin would have slowed down or paused for her to acclimate. She hadn’t wanted that though. Instead, she wanted me. I placed my hand on the small of her back and encouraged her to relax.
“It’s almost all the way in, Shannon. How does it feel?”
“Really big, Master Anthony,” she managed to say quickly while she continued to lick and suck on Colin.
I could see Colin smiling and knew he was paying attention to Shannon. Now that I was all the way in, it was time to fuck. And she was going to start crying soon. Gently I took hold of her hips and began making long thrusts. I’d pull almost completely out and then in one slow move, I’d push it all the way back in. I gradually increased the pace and very quickly Shannon started panting and moaning.
“Shannon, you have a safe word if it’s too much,” Colin reminded her.
I slowed down as Shannon shook her head.
“I want this. I feel so dirty with Master Anthony’s cock up my ass,” Shannon said just above a whisper.
“Dirty, bad girls get Anthony’s cock up their asses,” Colin lightly joked.
I was about ready to come, and I didn’t think Shannon would be able to withstand me coming, exiting her ass and then doing it all over again. So, I motioned for Colin to move toward me so Shannon could sit on his cock. With my cock still buried in her ass, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her off the table while Colin quickly slid closer to the edge of the table. His legs were on the outside of mine, and he helped me lower Shannon onto his cock.
“Oh, my god! Oh…god!” Shannon yelled out.
Colin took hold of Shannon’s hands to help steady her, but I could tell her fingers were gripping his hands. I held her hips firmly as I pushed quickly towards my release. Shannon’s orgasm caught up with her first, and she tipped over the edge, taking Colin and me with her. Our vocal announcement of our orgasm filled the dungeon cell.
Damn. That was one tight ass. Fuck, that felt incredible.
Colin was sitting up, and Shannon was leaning against his chest and shoulder, her body completely wracked and spent.
“Let’s get you comfortable, Shannon,” Colin suggested.
I slowly withdrew first and stepped away to remove my condom and get my pants pulled up. I lifted Shannon from Colin’s arms and held onto her until Colin had his jeans on. We then took her to the after care area and settled down with her for a bit.
Shannon seemed to be recovering from her first anal fuck just fine. She was talkative and said she really enjoyed it. After we spent some time together, she took off to go find one of her friends who came to Irons tonight for guest night.
I sat at the bar with a tall Coke unwinding and taking in some jokes and jabs from Matt and Colin.
“I was actually surprised that little masochist took it,” Colin said. “Anthony doesn’t quite have the finesse for fucking anal virgins,” he said as he slapped his hand on my shoulder and looked at Matt.
“No?” Matt asked. “Does Auth handle ass fucking like he does with a golf ball when teeing off?”
The three of us laughed, and I nodded, taking ownership that I’m rough with the golf ball just as I am with asses. I shrugged my shoulders; I’m just me, being me.
“Someone help!”
Matt, Colin and I swiveled around to find the source of the plea for help. A guy was carrying a girl in his arms. He had a few Dungeon Monitors following him, and two more from the main floor surrounded them.
There was lots of commotion, and everything happened very fast. The three of us walked closer, but not to get in the way of the Dungeon Monitors.
“Someone find Matt,” Paul yelled out, and people started looking around.
“Matt’s an emergency room doctor,” someone else said.
Colin and Matt rushed forward, and people cleared the way for Matt to get to the girl. When I heard murmurs that she wasn’t breathing, I turned and went back toward the bar.
“Warren, call an ambulance. That girl isn’t breathing,” I instructed.
He picked up the phone and was dialing as I jogged to the front check-in. I told the girls at the check-in counter that an ambulance had been called and that we needed to keep the doors and lobby clear for them. Two of the girls immediately went to stand by the door leading into Irons from the lobby as I went outside.
When the ambulance pulled into the parking lot, I waved my arms to flag them down. I led them inside, and people began moving out of the way for the paramedics. I noticed that the girl’s eyes were open, but Matt looked depleted of energy. Blake was talking off to the side with the guy who carried her to the main room, and Dungeon Monitors still roamed the floor.
Matt rattled off some vitals to the paramedics as they put the girl on the stretcher and he walked alongside as they wheeled her outside.
“Col, Anth, I’m going to go to the hospital with them,” Matt yelled back toward us.
After they were gone, I asked Colin if he heard what happened.
“The guy was doing breath play, and she passed out. When she dropped the bell they used for the safe word, it was too late. She was already out. It sounds like it happened so fast,” Colin quietly explained.
Fuck. That shit is dangerous. I wouldn’t feel comfortable playing literally with a life like that. I glanced over and saw that Blake was still having a conversation with the guy. I hadn’t seen him around here much, and Colin said he knew the guy was here on a guest pass.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Matt did CPR and brought the girl around,” Colin added.
“Shit, are you serious?”
“Dead serious. Didn’t you see how flushed he was?”
I nodded.
“Maybe…maybe we—”
“Should go to the hospital?” Colin finished my thought, and I nodded.
Colin and I were sitting in the waiting room at the hospital when Blake walked in. He came over and sat down beside us.
“Hey, Blake,” I said and offered to get him some coffee.
“No thanks. Have you guys seen Matt?”
“Not yet. He knows we’re here though. The lady behind the desk went back to notify him. She said that he’d come get us as soon as he can,” Colin said.
While we waited, Blake mentioned that he was going to give guest night some serious thought.
“I know that getting rid of guest night won’t prevent accidents from happening, but at least it would remove those not properly trained or educated in those kinks from playing on my grounds. All Irons members are required to take those safety classes. Plus, the guy moved around with Gina instead of staying where he was at and allowing Dungeon Monitors to assist. CPR could have started minutes before Matt got to her since all Dungeon Monitors are trained,” Blake said.
“You’re right, Blake,” Colin said.
I nodded in agreement as well.
“I called her emergency contact. There wasn’t an answer, so I left a vague message,” Blake said and stood to pace.
He looked stressed and with good reason. A girl almost died tonight in his kink club. I’m sure that had scared him to death.
“Where’s Cathy, Blake?” Colin asked.
“I asked Noah to take her and Kelsie home.”
I watched Blake pace around, and finally, I got my ass up and went to him. I put my arm around his shoulders and shook him a bit.
“It’ll be ok, Blake. The girl is alive, and Matt’s back there with her. Come on, sit down,” I said.
As I sat down with my arm still around his shoulders, Colin got up and went to get us some water. I could tell that Blake was shaken by this.
The three of us were murmuring when Matt appeared and motioned for us to come back with him.
“How is she, Matt?” Blake asked.
Blake was full of questions and was firing them off at will until I put my hand on his shoulder and tol
d him to relax.
“She’ll be ok. They’re going to keep her for a few days though. No luck on an emergency contact on this side. Did you have any luck with her play card contacts, Blake?” Matt asked.
“No, not yet.” Blake pulled his phone out and glanced for messages. “Nothing.”
Over the next few days, Blake finally reached Gina’s emergency contact. It was just an old college roommate, and they had lost touch over the years. Gina, it would appear, didn’t have anyone to even come visit her at the hospital.
Matt, however, hadn’t left her side. And, Colin and I hadn’t left Matt’s side. Colin and I had been switching off taking food over for Matt and spending some time with him while Gina slept. Something between Matt and Gina clicked.
He literally breathed life into her body and gave her a second chance. My admiration for Matt grew exponentially during the past few days. I didn’t really know what it was exactly, but it was really special to be able to save a life like he did.
“You’re quiet,” Matt said second after blowing a paper straw wrapper off a straw and hitting me in the nose.
I glanced up and saw that Gina was still sleeping.
“Just thinking,” I said.
Matt smiled and stretched.
“Can you sit with her for a little bit? I need to stretch my legs some,” Matt said and stood.
I nodded.
“I’ll sit with her. She’ll be fine.”
While Matt was gone I watched some basketball highlights on mute so it wouldn’t wake her up. He returned about twenty minutes later looking refreshed, and he had a bottle of Coke in his hand for me.
“Thanks, Matt.”
I twisted the lid off and tipped the Coke back. Fuck, it tasted really good. I rolled my shoulders and stretched my legs out.
“Anth, you should go home. Gina will be fine.”
“No. If I go home, who will keep an eye on you?”
He laughed and nodded.
“Fair enough. Thank you for being here.”
