“I don’t believe this place sells drinks, some places don’t care about safety.” Oliver said, shaking his head.
“See you around then?” Natasha said, ignoring Oliver.
“Okay,” Dylan said, unable not to feel disappointed, but the girl was already walking away, parading on her heels. “Now what?” he turned to Oliver.
“I’m basically here to make sure you don’t get in trouble, so have fun,” Oliver said. He hadn’t let go of Lucy’s hand yet, but he’d seen many people staring at her. He didn’t like that at all. He didn’t like to admit how possessive he was.
“Oh, god. Okay. Okay. Hey, give me another shot of the strongest thing you have there,” Dylan told the barman, who promptly grabbed a green bottle.
“That’s the last one, right? If you want to play.” Oliver scolded him as Dylan chugged down the shot. He shook his head, feeling the burning of the drink.
“Yessir!” Dylan said, excitedly. “I’m feeling it already.” And walked away from them, wandering around the room.
Oliver looked at Lucy and grabbed her leash. Lucy felt a rush of nervousness and excitement as he did that. They walked around the room, amidst different play scenes of whips, floggers, and spankings. They went to some red sofas farther from the main room. Lucy sat next to Oliver, but he caught her and laid her on his lap, butt up.
“What?!” the girl exclaimed in surprise, already giggling. Oliver lifted her dress but didn’t lower her panties.
“Let’s have some fun since we’re here,” Oliver said and slapped her on the ass, grabbing it. She moaned, feeling her pussy throb with desire as he gave her another slap. Once again, Oliver squeezed her ass and caressed it, like in a massage.
Dylan paced around, looking lost. He approached one cross just as a guy snapped his whip on the back of another man. The submissive groaned in pain and the red mark appeared on his defined back.
He watched them playing for a while. BDSM had this power of hypnotizing. He couldn’t stop staring and his mind began to drift to another place, while he heard the cries of pain from the tied guy. His back was full of whip marks and he rested his head in the middle of the cross, like it was only a delightful massage, and not a whipping. The guy giving the beating had an enormous smile. He was sweaty, and Dylan couldn’t stop looking at how his muscles tightened with each move.
The dom noticed Dylan, smiled at him, and raised his eyebrows, nodding. Dylan widened his eyes, feeling his cheeks slightly flushing. Should he be there? But then the guy surprised him by saying:
“Wanna try?”
“What?” Dylan asked, pointing at himself. The guy laughed.
“Is it your first time?”
“Yeah… is it that obvious?”
“Definitely.” The man said. Black eyes and hair, perfectly groomed beard. He was shirtless, showing off his extremely defined and tanned body. His teeth were as white as paper. “Come here.”
Dylan approached the guy. The submissive didn’t move, and Dylan noticed that he was wearing a metal collar.
“Can you use one of these?” The guy asked. He looked a lot older than Dylan. A bag full of instruments rested at his feet.
“What? The cross or the whip?” Dylan asked, smiling, but didn’t wait for the answer. “Yeah, I know it all in theory.”
The man laughed again. He seemed to be having a great time.
“In theory?”
“I’ve seen a lot of scenes. But most of it was on the internet.” Dylan confessed.
“On the internet, is it?” The man repeated, amused. “Don’t you want to try it? What’s your name?”
“Hell yeah, I wanna try. Dylan, what about you?”
“Call me Master.” The man answered. “Can you hold this?” he handed him the whip. Dylan held the piece of leather, feeling the weight of it.
“I told you, I’m only new in practice. In theory, I’m a Ph.D. And, yeah, sure... Master.”
Dylan looked at the man’s red and marked back. He was breathing slowly, like he was really sleeping, not worried at all. Then, Dylan looked at the whip, made of braided leather. That might hurt a lot. He hesitated.
“Go ahead. It’s okay.” Master reassured. “He’s my slave. He won’t mind that you beat him.”
“Okay…” Dylan said, trying to put a brave face on. He whipped the slave once. The slave moved his back a little, moaning softly, but kept resting his face on the cross. Dylan felt the rush of adrenaline in his body. His heart was beating fast and he felt his dick getting hard. He whipped him again, and got almost dizzy when the slave moaned, moved in place, and the red mark emerged on his back.
He stopped and looked at Master, who had a bright smile.
“Very well.”
“Thank you.” Dylan said and handed the whip back to him.
“Let’s get someone for you to play with.”
“I have fucking goosebumps,” Dylan said, showing the man his arm. Master laughed again.
“Welcome to my world. Slave!” he called. The slave turned his head to Master but then he got on his knees, automatically.
“Yes, Master?”
“Let’s go back to the cage.”
“Yes, Master.” The man said and started to crawl, followed by Master and Dylan, who really was shocked by all that. He was feeling so nervous and excited that he felt nauseous.
They both crossed the room, toward an emptier corner with the man still crawling. It would be a weird scene in another context, but it fit perfectly there, among the spanking benches and the other crosses.
That was when Dylan saw Natasha.
She was using the cane on another woman, strapped to a bench. Natasha hit the cane precisely as if she’d known how to use it for years. The cane hit both buttocks, the woman screamed, and the marks rose up, red. Natasha had a natural talent and was enjoying herself.
“What’s the matter?” Master asked, noticing that Dylan had stopped.
“Nothing, nothing,” Dylan said. “It’s just that I wanted to play with that girl, but I wanted to top, and she doesn’t seem like a bottom.”
Dylan, you don’t wanna a relationship. You don’t want to be like Oliver and Lucy. You want to enjoy college life, drink like crazy, and play with as many people as you want. That’s better this way, he kept thinking.
“Never know. I’ve seen it all.” Master said, reassuring, and smiled in a sweet manner, like his eyes were telling you everything would be fine. He had a charming kind of aura, like you’d never want to get away from him. Dylan suddenly understood all those slaves, but he pushed the thought away. You’re a top, Dylan, a top, he thought.
They went to a part with several cages. Some people were sitting there, naked, all on a leash. Some kissed and seemed to have fun inside.
“Would you prefer a boy or a girl, Dylan?” Master asked. Dylan was still impressed, staring at the cage, but looked at him and smiled.
“I don’t care.”
“I like you.” The man replied. He took a bunch of keys from his toy bag and opened the cage. Most stopped what they were doing and kneeled, looking down.
“Toby, come here,” he called. A skinny boy, smaller than Dylan, looked up and promptly obeyed. He was only wearing his metal collar and nothing else. “Let’s go to the cross.”
Dylan played with Toby for a few hours. First, Master taught him how to put someone on the cross, how to see if the person was safe, and then how to use the instruments. Dylan tried the cane, the paddle, the flogger, the whip. Toby moaned in pain with each stroke and that aroused Dylan beyond what he could handle. He thought he would cum if he continued the scene.
Master ordered Dylan to stop and untied Toby, whose face was red and wet with tears. Dylan’s cock hurt from how hard it was. Toby had straight brown hair and large almond-shaped eyes. Master had Toby kneel in front of Dylan, who stared at the man in disbelief, but Toby had already opened his mouth, obedient, hungry.
“I died and I’m in heaven,” Dylan said, unbuttoning his pants.
Oliver wanted to leave. He had been slapping Lucy for so long that his hand was burning red and swollen. He also thought he was already exaggerating. The slaps weren’t hard, but Lucy was sobbing softly. He was getting tired of being there and wanted to go to sleep too.
Luckily, he didn’t have to go after Dylan. He saw the boy approaching them with the biggest silly smile.
“Oliver! Oliver, you won’t believe it!”
“Yay! Let’s go, you can tell me all about it in the car.” Oliver said, yawning. Lucy didn’t move, still nestled on his lap.
“Dude, you won’t believe my luck...” Dylan said but stopped. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face it and opened his mouth. Oliver frowned.
“What’s up?!” Oliver exclaimed, looking at the direction Dylan was facing.
“Natasha,” he said and pointed at her. Natasha was on one cross, being whipped.
Each time the whip cracked on her back, she screamed with pleasure. It didn’t seem to hurt at all, even though her body was already all red.
“Yeah, today’s the best day of my life,” Dylan concluded. “I thought she was just a top, but she must do both and be a switcher!”
“Fine, but can we go now?” Oliver said, pulling Lucy to sit up. The girl shifted in place, feeling her butt aching, but hugged Oliver’s neck.
“Dude, I have to try to play with Natasha.” Dylan said with desire, feeling his cock harden again. “Please...”
“Fine, but hurry,” Oliver said, kissing Lucy’s neck.
Dylan celebrated and went to Natasha’s cross. They were already at the end of the scene and soon she was untied. She said goodbye to the guy with a hug. Then Natasha noticed Dylan and smiled.
“You! Did you have fun?” she asked, beaming. She was wearing her red bra, showing part of her boobs. It made Dylan even hornier.
“Oh, definitely. What about you?” he asked but didn’t wait for the answer: “I didn’t know you were a bottom too. Would you… like to play with me?”
“Oh... Dylan,” she hesitated. He bit his lip, anxious. “It won’t work. Maybe another time.”
She smiled and turned around, leaving him there.
Dylan halted, staring at her back.
“What?!” he exclaimed. He was sure she would accept it. Did she really say no?
“But why not?!” Dylan asked, loudly, and some people turned to look at what was going on. Natasha stared back at him for a moment, but said nothing more, just turned around again and went on her way.
No relationship. It’s better this way, a voice said inside Dylan’s head. Oh, screw you.
Chapter 7. The Kiss
All Oliver wanted to do was to leave the party. He thought Dylan might be having fun with Natasha or something, so he kept waiting for him at the red sofa. Lucy was already asleep, still on his lap. But, then, Natasha appeared there, super drunk, laughing, loudly.
“Hey! Oliver!” she exclaimed, almost in a yelp.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Dylan?” Oliver asked, losing his temper. The girl laughed a bit more, stumbling on her feet, and shrugged.
“Oliver, let’s get some drinks!”
“You’ve had enough drinks.” Oliver said, while Lucy slowly woke up. They got to their feet and Natasha hugged them at the same moment. Oliver felt the smell of alcohol and sweat. “Let’s go home.”
“No way!” Natasha exclaimed, “you’ll have to catch me first! Bye!”
She started running away, laughing, while still stumbling. Oliver shook his head but now he had a pretty good idea where Dylan was.
“Daddy, I wanna go home,” Lucy cried.
“We’re going, princess.” Oliver said, trying to control his temper and holding her hand, while they crossed the room.
Dylan was exactly where Oliver thought he would be. At the bar, gulping down some drinks.
“Oliver!” he exclaimed, completely drunk.
“Let’s go home.” Oliver said. Dylan frowned.
“Sit here, sit here, we need to talk.”
“I’m not sitting, I’m leaving. And you’re coming with me.” Oliver said and held his arm. Dylan laughed, getting up.
“What about Natasha?” Lucy asked, yawning.
“Natasha… she rejected me, she doesn’t like me, why doesn’t she like me? I thought we had something going on, it seems that we don’t,” Dylan said, all in the same time, in a way that only alcohol can do.
“I’ll put you two in a taxi, then I’ll get her…”
“Natasha! Why?!” Dylan said and started crying, extremely drunk.
“Aw, baby, don’t cry, honey,” Lucy said, hugging his arm. He bent down to Lucy’s height, to put his head on her shoulder. Oliver ran his hand through his face.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said, between his teeth.
“You guys!” Natasha exclaimed, getting closer. Dylan looked at her with wide eyes.
“Oh, no, she can’t see I’m crying!” Dylan exclaimed between tears, while wiping his face with his arm. He got Lucy and they both ran away to hide from Natasha. Oliver looked at them getting away, thought about going after them, while Natasha held his arm, also super drunk.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking at all directions, like she couldn’t focus.
“Natasha. Listen to me.” Oliver said, taking a deep breath, and holding each shoulder of the girl. She raised her bright blue eyes to face him, smiling.
“What’s it, silly?”
“Would you do me a favor?”
“Anything for youuu!” she said and started falling forward, until she rested her head in Oliver’s chest. Oliver rolled his eyes, trying to keep his cool.
“I’m not feeling very well. Can we go home?” Oliver asked, gentle.
“Oh, no, sweetie, what’s wrong?!” Natasha asked, overly concerned, looking up again.
“I don’t know, I just wanna go, would you do that for me?”
“Sure, love, sure,” Natasha said, nodding, “just one more drink before we go?”
“No.”
“Pleeeeeeeaseeeee, pretty, please, please!” Natasha said with a child voice. Oliver took a deep breath again. If she was my sub, she would get one hell of a spanking, he thought.
“Okay. One more beer. But then we leave.”
“Okie-Dokey!” Natasha said, heading to the bar. While she did that, Oliver waved at Lucy, and then pointed at the door. Lucy saw it and nodded, holding Dylan’s arm.
“Let’s go. You promised.” Oliver said and offered his hand. For his relief, she accepted it, still laughing and drinking from the bottle.
They met at the door. Dylan’s eyes widened again when he saw her, like he had forgotten she was there. But Natasha exclaimed:
“Dylan!! I missed you so much!!” and she hugged him.
“Natasha! I thought you hated me!” Dylan said, not holding back thanks to the alcohol.
“I could never hate you! Never! Not in a million years! I love you!”
“I love you too!”
“Aw, that’s cute. Let’s go.” Oliver said, frowning, while they headed outside. Natasha and Dylan kept walking, hugging each other. Lucy was making sure they wouldn’t get lost.
A taxi was waiting there. Oliver sighed relieved when they all were sitting, and the car started moving. He went in the front seat and, when he looked back, Dylan and Natasha were making out, while Lucy stared at that and giggled.
It was a very wild kiss. They had their eyes closed and their mouths open, like they had forgotten how to use their tongues, licking basically all of each other faces, while trying to find the mouth.
“Iiiiiick!” Lucy said, pressing her head against the window to try to escape that scene.
“Stop, you too.” Oliver said, shaking his head.
“Stop the car!” Natasha yelled, “I’m gonna puke!”
∞∞∞
Dylan slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was the headache.
His head was throbbing, his mouth was dry and bitter. He looked around and realized he was in a sofa. And there was someone there with him! Natasha was nestled in his chest, snoring. He started remembering the previous night, but he couldn’t be sure what happened. He remembered Master, the slaves… Natasha rejecting him. But something weird came with that scene: they kissed wildly in the car. It couldn’t be right.
He felt his muscles sore from sleeping in an uncomfortable position, but he didn’t want to move not to wake Natasha up. He loved her warm body touching him, her calm breathing, even though she had makeup all over her face. He tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep, imagining more about the previous night. It had been truly great.
When he opened his eyes again it was late already, and Natasha wasn’t there with him anymore. The sun invaded the living room. He had no idea what time it was. All he could feel was his stomach complaining about food. He slowly got up, stretching.
He was thinking about going home to take a shower and eat, when Natasha opened her bedroom door. She was ready to leave again wearing another tight dress, makeup on.
“Dylan!” Natasha exclaimed. She was looking amazing and he was looking like he just got out of the hospital. He realized he smelled like vomit.
“Hey…” Dylan said. “Are you going out?”
“Yep. I met a guy yesterday there, and we’re going to hang out now.” Natasha said, grabbing an apple from the counter, and headed to the door. “See you later!”
“See you.” Dylan said. He felt sick. He couldn’t stand up properly without feeling like the hangover would kill him, he couldn’t imagine going out again like Natasha.
And he couldn’t stop thinking about how she didn’t want to play with him in the previous night.
∞∞∞
“Can you believe that, Oliver? She rejected me.” Dylan whispered. The classroom was quiet. No noise but the fan and the pencils scratching the papers.
“You’ve told me that ten times already, Dylan…” Oliver replied, not looking up from his sheet. “She has the right of not wanting to play with you. Let it go.”
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