He still wasn’t sure what that made him. On the one side, he thought he was sick for getting excited at the idea of Alec urinating on his cock. Quickly, he reminded himself of Slate’s words from the day before. “Everyone starting out feels that way. As if we’re the only weirdo with that particular fetish or kink. But think on it. For anything to have gotten on that list, there have to be a sizable amount of people with that particular interest. So you’re not the only one.”
I’m not the only one.
James grabbed the paperwork and a pen and he and Alec went to Penny University. “Why’s it named Penny University?” he asked while they waited for their coffees.
The barista, a cute man by the name of Aaron, smiled at him. By the yarmulke on his head, James assumed he was Jewish. “Well, now,” Aaron said as he frothed up the milk for their lattes. “A few hundred years ago in England when coffee was introduced, most people wanted to know what was going on. So each man would go down to the local coffee shop, which was called a Penny University, where for a penny he could have a cuppa and listen as newsboys shouted the news. Here at Ye Olde Kinke Faire’s Penny University, our newsies shout bawdy tales to wet the whistle.”
He chuckled at first, but James smiled as he realized the brilliance of the plan. “That’s a great idea.”
“This place was packed last year,” Alec said as Aaron handed them their coffees. “We’ve got more coffee shops this year, but I still think this one will be the busiest once people realize what they’ll get for the cost of their java.” He waved. “Thanks, Aaron.”
“Have a kinky day,” Aaron called after them.
There were a set of tables just past the gates and they took the one closest to the beach. The salt water tingled against James’s nose and he connected the leash to the leg of the table so that Zippo could explore all he wanted without getting into trouble.
“Is he Jewish?” he asked. He was so nervous to talk about the limits list, he looked for any conversation starter.
“Aaron? Yes. In fact he’s the rabbi for the three jewish families we have on the island.”
“Really?” James blinked in surprise. “A kinky rabbi.” That sounded so odd.
Alec snorted. “Why is that so surprising?”
Heat flooded into James’s face and he shrugged, feeling silly. “I don’t know. I guess when I think of anyone who is hard core religious that they are pretty strict what they do behind closed doors as well. Especially a rabbi.” He was faintly shocked. “My father’s extreme when it comes to Islamic law. My mom and her family are pretty intense when it comes to their version of Christianity. I guess…” He shrugged again. “I guess I never realized I had a warped view.”
Alec nodded slowly. “I’ve never asked him about it, but I would assume there’s a section of Judaism that would be shocked at his lifestyle. He’s not into kink overall, but he’s open to everyone being allowed to be who they are. Pen, who runs Penny University, is Jewish. He says he likes Aaron’s views as they aren’t as strict as the Orthodox members of their church are.”
“If he’s not into kink, is he only here to serve those families?” James surprise turned to fascination. People made little sense, and sociology usually gave him a headache. But hearing about things in reality, rather than abstract, was interesting.
“He’s not into kink overall, but he does have one. He’s what’s known in the community as a spanko. He loves to spank and believes deeply in domestic discipline. When you get a chance, talk to him about it. He’s open to answering any questions about his religion or his kink.”
James sipped on his drink and tried to imagine himself going up to the barista rabbi and asking something. He couldn’t see it.
“Now,” Alec said, “let’s discuss your kinks.”
Suddenly what little relaxation he’d felt as they spoke was gone. He flattened the papers out on the table and gulped. “D-did you want to talk about each one?”
Alec leaned forward and looked at the paper. James hadn’t marked it yet. “James, do you know what you’re interested in?”
“Yes. I do.”
“All right. Then why don’t you rush through and mark them. Going quickly might quell the nerves I can see in you. Then, once they’re marked, we’ll talk.”
Figuring that sounded easy enough, James picked up the pen and started. By doing it quickly, he went with his gut answers, the ones he’d decided on over the last few days. If he’d had to think on it, he most likely would not have been as truthful. Once he was through the three pages, he put his pen down. “Okay. I…” He gulped and turned the papers toward Alec.
Please don’t think I’m a pervert. Please don’t think I’m a pervert.
Alec scanned the pages. At first, James couldn’t see a change in his expression. And then the smile started at one end and spread to the other side of his mouth. When he reached the end of the list, he sat up and his hazel eyes burned with desire. “Oh, James,” he said in a husky tone. “You and I are going to have so much fun.”
Relief flooded into him. “So I’m not a pervert then?”
For a moment Alec’s face went blank and then he roared, his laughter making a few seagulls take flight and Zippo jump. “My dear James,” he said when he got himself under control. “In the kink world, the word pervert is a compliment. I love that you’re so open with your desires. I’m sure it was scary admitting to yourself that something like watersports turns you on. But guess what?” he whispered and leaned in until their noses practically touched. “It turns me on too.”
His nerves went into excited mode. “Really?” he asked on a breath.
“Oh yes. In fact, our kinks align pretty well.” Alec sat back again and asked, “What is it about CBT that interests you?”
“Uh, I’m both excited by it and repulsed,” James admitted. “I like what I read about being constricted, but I don’t like the concept of having my balls crushed.”
“CBT covers a wide range of activities. I make almost all of my own toys for it. There are dozens of toys I can try on you.” Alec grinned slightly evilly. “I need to talk to Kendrick about a taster night.”
“What’s a taster night?”
“We’ll set up in one of the dungeons and any sub who wants to try a different kind of play can do so in small amounts. Ten minutes of bondage, fifteen minutes of flogging, a few clothes pins along your balls…” Alec looked down at James’s crotch, which achingly pressed against the zipper of his jeans. “Oh yes. That will be fun.”
Fun didn’t sound like the right kind of word and yet it also did.
“Let’s talk about what you’re looking for in terms of service,” Alec said. “Much of this will be in the realm of play. But service can be at any time or place. So when you say you’re interested, what kind of service do you mean?”
James dragged his fingertip along the edge of the table. “I’d like to try that kneeling thing Becca does. She looks so at peace when she does it and Kendrick looks like she hangs the moon when she’s at his feet. It appears relaxing. As if I could shut my brain off and just be.” He glanced into Alec’s eyes and there was no condemnation in them. In fact, he looked pleased. “Not all the time. I mean I do have to work and all. But I also enjoyed bringing you your breakfast this morning. Is that weird?”
“Not weird at all. Some subs need to please. Sounds like you do.” Alec reached out and tailed his fingertips through James’s hair. He couldn’t help leaning into the caress. “I also noticed that you’re interested in puppy play.”
“A little.” He wasn’t even sure what it was about it, but it sounded fun. Another way to shut off his motor of a brain.
“It fits if you ask me. You want to please and so does a pet. Two of the Faire’s dungeons are set up. We’re not going to play, but I thought you might like to see what they look like. And I can explain a little more about some of the toys that might be used in certain types of scenes.” Alec paused and a twinkle entered those hazel eyes. “Of course, a Dom with a dec
ent imagination can use any toy for things it wasn’t meant for.”
“Like you?” James surmised, his body flooded with excitement for reasons he couldn’t fathom.
“Oh definitely me.” Alec let out a short whistle and Zippo trotted back toward them. “Come on, Zippo. This will be the only time you’ll be allowed in the dungeon so you might as well make the most of it.”
Chapter Sixteen
Alec was thrilled at James’s limits list. It was the kind of list that made a Dom’s head explode with possibilities. He was very clear on his hard limits, which was good. And there were a few soft limits which Alec was glad to see. If James had not had any, he would have had to tread more warily to make sure of things. As it was, he would talk to James about certain activities, just to see his physical reaction. Those conversations would help build their scenes. If they were lucky, James would be ready to dip his toes into the Faire pool come June.
“Hey, is that your shop?” James’s words brought his attention back from where he’d been headed—the first dungeon. Alec had to blink. Just twenty-four hours previous, there had been a huge Hard Hat sign up in front. Now, his shop was on the foundation and—
Alec burst out laughing. He laughed so hard, he had to bend over. “Kendrick has such a fucking sense of humor,” he said through his guffaws. He’d only seen it covered in blue plastic. Now with the plastic off, he saw it in all its glory. His building looked like an upside down scrotum, with the addition of bumps, a few clothes pins, and even a needle straight through it. “Oh fuck. I love that thing.” With his laughter under control, Alec jogged toward his shop, James and Zippo right after him.
“Is that what I think it is?” James asked, his mouth open as he stared at it.
“Kind of fits the whole CBT theme,” Alec said, grinning. “Now I know why he didn’t tell me beforehand. He’s probably going to be pissed he wasn’t here to see my reaction. Man. I love it.” It was a shame there was tape across the doorway. He wanted to see it from the inside. It looked like it was separated so he could have different sections for his goods.
“Nobody can say they didn’t know what they were walking into.” The phrase was without any tone and when Alec turned, he could tell James was fighting back laughter. When their eyes met, James lost the fight and fits of chuckles mixed with snorts left his lips. Zippo, not understanding but wanting to get in on the fun, bounced around and yipped.
“I don’t see it but I know he’s created signs that all have the Faire lettering. I can hardly wait until it’s finished.” He held out his hand, pleased when James put his into it. “Come on. Let’s check out the dungeons.”
“Why do they call them dungeons?” James asked as they walked down the small lane that separated Alec’s shop from one of the main fairways.
“Ambiance. I’ve seen play spaces that were so hoity-toity that I couldn’t imagine anything fun at all going on there,” he said wryly. “When you’re into the kind of fun we are, things need to be darker, danker, more sinister, really. Chains on walls and leather slapping against skin. The additions of moans, cries, and yelps bouncing around just add to the dungeon feel.” He loved the whole thing. From the walls to the sounds to the scents. It was home to him.
He glanced over and could practically see the cogs turning in James’s head. His man was trying to understand. Tugging him closer, he leaned in and murmured. “Imagine being tied up. Your hands are affixed to a chain hanging from the ceiling. You’re standing on the balls of your feet. You have a blindfold on so everything else is magnified. The thwap as my slapper comes in contact with your ass.” James gasped. “The hiss as my whip comes toward your cock.” James stopped and fidgeted. From the bulge in his jeans, he must be very uncomfortable. Alec glanced around but no workmen were in sight.
“Keep your hands by your side and don’t move.” He stepped behind him and unbuttoned James’s jeans. James shook as he reached in and pulled out his cock. “Imagine,” he said in a deeper tone, “hearing other sounds.” He stroked firmly from root to tip. The sound that came out from between James’s lips was a combination of a whimper and a moan. It was a gorgeous sound. With each phrase, he gave him a firm stroke. “The sound of chains rattling. The cries of another sub. The slap, slap, slap as a Dom fucks his boy. The grunts. The screams. The moans.” He leaned in and tightened his grip. “And all that is added to your experience as I cover your buttocks with beautiful welts. All the energy around you fills you up, takes you higher, until at the point you can’t take it anymore, I thrust up into you and you come.”
“Oh shit, Alec,” James gasped, leaning back against him. “I… I…”
“I know. You want to come.” James nodded frantically. “Wish granted, boy.” He covered his palm in the precum pouring from James’s slit and tightened his grip even further. “Come when you just can’t take it anymore. Let the world know how good it fucking feels.”
The wonderful wet snaps each time he moved his hand filled the air and combined with James’s pants, Alec felt his own erection pressing against his jeans. He would have James take care of that later. For now he was going to make James come. He moved faster and it only took a couple more jerks before a low cry left James’s lips and he came. One… two… three small jets arced from his cock and splashed on the ground a foot away. He trembled in Alec’s arms and Alec held him as he rode out his orgasm. When he could feel James’s shakes lessen, he put his dick away and buttoned him back up.
“That’s why we play in dungeons, James. Because it’s the soundtrack and stage of kink.”
James stood straight and Alec saw the moment James realized he’d just orgasmed outside where anyone could have seen. His mouth opened in horror and he looked around frantically.
“Nobody was around,” Alec assured him. “The township is filled with people like us. And once all the workmen are gone, this Faire is kinky. I could do that to you anywhere except the child-safe areas and it would be within my right.” He leaned in and nipped the back of James’s neck. “Because you gave that right to me and I plan to take advantage of it as often as possible.”
Chapter Seventeen
He held Zippo as they stepped into On Your Knees, the more intense dungeon for pansexuals. Alec flipped the switch and all the sconces around the walls turned on, flickering softly.
“Wow,” James murmured as he walked in a few feet.
Alec had to agree. Kendrick must have worked overtime on the display. Fifty pieces of fine-crafted tables, benches, and stockades. James ran his fingertips along one of the pieces. “It’s some sort of hard plastic,” James said.
“Probably for cleaning purposes. Might even be wood covered in a polymer. Every space has to be cleaned before and after use so it needs to be easy to clean and yet have the esthetic he wanted.” As far as he could tell, Kendrick nailed it. It had the feeling of what he thought a dungeon might have looked like six or seven hundred years ago. The scents of leather and steel filled his nose. “Look around. Feel free to ask me about anything you see.” While James went through the pieces and checked them out, Alec walked over to a large cabinet. During the Faire it would be locked, but it was currently open for his perusal.
Floggers of all types, paddles, whips, cuffs… It was a nice supply. However, Alec looked forward to the supplies for the Dark & Dangerous dungeon. There would be the same toys he saw, plus a wide range of items he and other leathermen used. A full locker of CBT toys was sure to excite. It would him.
“What’s this for?”
He walked over to where James stood. The top was raised, the bottom lowered, but that could be changed. “It’s a bench. It can be used for impact play, a hard spanking, or a Dom could even move it so that his sub’s ass is at the perfect level to fuck him hard.”
James reached down, ostensibly to rearrange his dick, but Alec said, “No.” Startled, his sub looked at him, his hand almost to its destination. “Leave it. I’ll reward you later.”
Slowly he took his hand away and Alec could se
e the effort it took him to do so. “Good boy.”
There it is. Every man he’d worked with who was even slightly mentally submissive melted at that phrase. James was no different. His brown eyes softened and glazed over slightly.
“Come on. Check out the equipment and we’ll head to the other dungeon. If you’re a really good boy and leave that dick hard and wanting, I’ll fuck you when we get back to my place.”
Light lit up James’s brown eyes. “If I can’t help myself and move it?” he asked in a breathy, teasing voice.
“Then I’ll tie your arms behind your back and you get to watch me jerk myself off.” Alec grinned as those gorgeous eyes widened. “I think I’ll add a cock cage to that punishment.”
“O-oh,” James said and gulped.
Chuckling, Alec took his hand and led him over to the toys. “Anything look good to you?”
Turned out, almost everything caught James’s eye. The only thing he didn’t seem interested in was a cat o' nine tails that had particularly nasty tips. Once they left the dungeon, Alec put Zippo back down on the ground and they walked along the fairway toward the second dungeon.
It was a pleasant spring day, even if it was overcast, and he could imagine the place packed. Last year, the Faire hadn’t had much, but the people who came had been pleased at the result. This year, it was going to blow them away. Talk about a theme park for the kink crowd.
“Alec!”
He turned and spotted someone running in their direction. James quickly picked Zippo up, but before Alec could assure him that he was fine, he saw who it was. “Ryan!” he called back and waved.
His hair a bit longer than the last time Alec saw him, Ryan jogged up to him and gave him a hug. Laughing, Alec swung him around. He’d been friends with David Walston, Ryan’s father, for years and when Ryan worked at the Faire the previous summer, he’d come to know him pretty well. The boy had a good head on his shoulders. At twenty, he still had that overwhelming excitement of youth, but he was able to temper it with a calm Alec wished he’d had at his age.
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