Brent: A M/m BDSM Romance (Bound & Controlled Book 2)

by Shaw Montgomery

  Brent must have been thinking something along the same lines because he gave Calen a smile. “Maybe you can cook for me sometime.”

  “Sometime soon.” Very soon if it was up to Calen.

  The server walking up to the table pushed the conversation to the side for the moment. Asking questions and giving their order took a few minutes, but soon it was just the two of them again. Luckily, they’d gotten seated at the back of the restaurant and there weren’t many people there. Too late for breakfast and too early for lunch gave them the perfect opportunity to talk without being overheard.

  Picking up the folder he’d carried in from the car, Calen slid it across the table along with a pen. “I’ve printed out a list of limits. As you can see, I’ve already gone through and marked mine. You can take it home if you would like, or we can discuss them here. My preference would be to talk about it now so that I can make more informed decisions, but I won’t pressure you.”

  He’d just flirt and tease and drive Brent crazy enough that he’d tell Calen what he wanted to know, anyway. Brent must have seen it written all over his face because he laughed and opened the folder.

  “There’s no way you’d calmly sit here with the list right in front of you and not want to talk about it. I’m not even sure I could be patient enough for that. There might be some things you’ve checked that I have to think about, but I can’t picture you picking anything too out there.”

  Calen smirked. “You don’t think I have a fetish for needle play or anything too interesting, huh?”

  Brent laughed, shaking his head. “No. You got queasy that time we were all at the park and that kid fell and skinned her knee.”

  Attempting to control the urge to shudder, Calen fiddled with his silverware. “No. Blood is not my thing.”

  Trying not to smile, and failing miserably, Brent started going through the list. Carefully marking the different columns, he took several minutes to go through each item one by one. Calen appreciated the thought that he was putting into it, but he also appreciated the fact that he wouldn't have to wait hours to know what Brent would and wouldn’t do.

  As Brent finished up the list, the waiter brought over their food. After thanking him and getting everything settled, Calen opened up the folder and started reviewing it. Overall, nothing surprised him. They were both on the same page with most things. Brent had given a clear acceptance for restraints and most types of mild impact play.

  “The items I marked as ‘maybe’ are ones we can talk about, but I would rather you not spring those on me.” Brent was relaxed, eating his food as Calen read.

  “I agree completely. You’ve checked yes for most types of restraints. Do you have any specific things that you would prefer not to happen while you are immobilized? Or, on the other hand, any particular things that you want to happen?” Calen was trying to behave himself and stay serious but it was hard. The only thing that kept him from getting too off track was the fact that they were in public.

  Brent chewed slowly and squirmed in his seat. Calen didn’t think he looked nervous, but he was definitely getting aroused. It took Brent a minute, but finally, he couldn’t pretend to chew any longer. “That is a more preferred activity.”

  That seemed to be an understatement.

  Imagining all the things he could do to Brent was getting him hard. He could see the scene perfectly in his head. It wouldn't even be that complicated to set up. Giving their surroundings another discreet check to make sure no one could hear him, Calen lowered his voice. “So if I decided to tie you up and say…spank you…because that’s on the ‘yes’ list as well, it wouldn't be a problem?”

  Brent choked on the bite he’d taken. When he caught his breath, he gave Calen a look like he was going to get even at some point. The feisty side of Brent had to be because of his brothers. He might be submissive in some situations but definitely not all.

  “That would be fine.” Brent was still trying to go for the businessman in public image. Calen decided his goal was going to be to shake things up a bit for the sub.

  Calen pretended to glance down at the list again, but it wasn’t necessary. The sexual activities that Brent found erotic were not something he would forget. Sliding his finger down the list, he glanced over at Brent. “So if I wanted to tie you up, for example, and use a prostate massager or dildo on you, that wouldn’t be something you would find objectionable?”

  After watching Brent cough when his water went down the wrong way, Calen thought that maybe he should stop asking questions when Brent had anything in his mouth. He didn’t seem to be coordinated enough to swallow and listen at the same time.

  “Do you have trouble swallowing? If you do, that should probably go on the list. It would be something that I need to know, as I plan on making great use of your mouth.” Calen tried for dry and serious, but he could tell that he wasn’t fooling Brent because after he stopped choking again, he glared at Calen.

  Sliding Brent’s water away from his plate, Calen shook his head. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to drink anything else. Explaining to your brothers that you choked to death is not high on my to-do list.”

  “Then stop asking me things like that when I have something in my mouth.” Brent was shifting in his seat again but his eyes still seemed to be shooting daggers at Calen. He looked like he couldn’t decide if he was angry or turned on.

  Probably both.

  Calen just seemed to have that effect on Brent.

  “You still haven’t answered my question. Should I repeat it?” He’d figure out a way to say it way naughtier if he had to.

  “That will not be necessary.” Then Brent’s businesslike exterior cracked as he wiggled again. “That would be fine as well.”

  “Good to know. I’ll note that you have no objections to being stimulated while restrained.”

  The shifting and fidgeting coming from Brent was getting worse. It gave Calen so many good ideas. “Do you enjoy being watched while you are being stimulated?”

  Brent didn’t even have anything in his mouth this time but he still swallowed funny and cleared his throat. “I…I have no objection to it, depending on the situation and scenario.”

  That was a yes. Calen wondered if Brent’s enjoyment of being watched extended to the club. “Have you ever had that situation arise in a more public setting?”

  Brent’s eyes widened a bit and this time his body stilled while he processed the question. Calen thought the response was interesting. Did the change in behavior mean that Brent found the idea troubling or more arousing than he’d expected? Brent had marked exhibitionism as a ‘maybe’ on the list so it could have been either one.

  Looking down at his breakfast and poking at his food, Brent took a moment before he responded, “I have always been more reluctant to consent to that type of scenario, but it is not completely off the table.”

  So he liked the idea, but he probably wasn’t comfortable with it. The shower this morning might have made Brent think about being watched more than he had in the past. Calen wanted Brent to be his, but he found the idea of showing the sub off, even just a little, incredibly arousing.

  Thoughts flashing back to the club, Calen could easily picture displaying Brent in one of the semi-private rooms while jerking him off or playing with him. Oh, they were definitely going to be coming back to this discussion.

  “It will have to be a topic we go into in more detail. I find the idea quite…interesting.” Calen didn’t bother trying to hide his pleasure at the fantasies that were running through his head.

  “Is it something you’ve done before? I can’t remember you mentioning it.” Brent set his fork down and looked at Calen curiously.

  “Occasionally, when something arose at a particular establishment we both belong to, but it was not an activity I set out to do. However, in this case, I find the idea of something more planned a distinct possibility—after our discussion, of course.” Calen didn’t want Brent to think he’d ever spring something like th
at on him. “And after we made sure of the surroundings and privacy from specific individuals.”

  Brent grinned and relaxed back in his seat. “I’d appreciate that. My family is pretty open but not that open.”

  “Agreed. And your family is entirely too bossy and opinionated. I’d never hear the end of the suggestions.” Calen imagined Garrett fussing at him or Grant trying to run the scene.

  Laughing, Brent shook his head. “That’s just wrong.”

  “But I’m right. You know it.”

  “I’m not even going to respond to that—” Brent was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. Looking down, he frowned and glanced back up at Calen. “I’m sorry, it’s Garrett. If it’s work—”

  Calen cut in. “No, answer it. It might be important.”

  Brent slid his finger across the screen and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

  Listening to the short, one-sided conversation, Calen didn’t pick up much, but it seemed to be about some kind of meeting because Brent kept nodding and saying things like “I’ll be there” and “Was there anything I need to bring?” At the end of the conversation, he looked up at Calen and smiled.

  “No, he’s right here. We’re having breakfast at that diner over by the gym, if you must know. We met at the gym and worked out already this morning. I’ll tell him. I’m sure he will. Now leave me alone and go back to work. I have the week off. Remember?” Smirking at whatever Garrett said, Brent hung up the phone.

  “What was that about?”

  “Garrett and Wyatt have invited us over to Garrett’s house for dinner. Wyatt’s handling everything and they want us to show up at six. Sound good to you?”

  “Sure. But why just us?” They usually all hung out as a bigger group. Calen couldn’t remember the last time he’d been invited to Garrett’s without everyone else going too.

  “My guess is he’s trying to ease Wyatt into things. We’re kind of overwhelming. He seemed a little unsure of how to act around us. He wants the lifestyle aspect but we’re the most open family he’s ever met. I’d think we were all a bit strange too.”

  “Small doses would probably be best. Hopefully, he’ll be more comfortable in time.” Calen thought back to the bouncy little creature that he’d first met, and he could already see the boy was much more comfortable now that he didn’t have to hide what he needed.

  Brent nodded. “He’s already doing much better. He just needs to see that we don’t mind. From what Garrett hinted at, Wyatt’s family isn’t the most supportive.”

  “Part of me understands, but I’ve been around you guys for so long it seems perfectly normal now. But when Garrett first told me about your entire family being in the lifestyle, it seemed crazy—like I’d walked into another world. It took some getting used to.” To begin with, Calen had thought Garrett had been making the whole thing up. Meeting everyone for the first time had been a shock.

  Brent laughed, but seemed to understand what Calen meant. “But dinner’s okay with you tonight?”

  “Yes, as long as we’re not going to stay too late. I have plans for you that do not include leaving the bedroom.” Calen had to suppress a smile as Brent started choking on his water again. “I worry about your ability to safely swallow. Are we going to need to practice that?”

  Practicing watching Brent swallow could be fun…dildos…his cock…there were all kinds of interesting options.

  Brent blushed, shaking his head. “Just stop saying stuff like that when I have something in my mouth.”

  “Am I going to have to worry about what I say when I have something else in your mouth?” There was no way he would be able to control the dirty talk coming out of his mouth when Brent was sucking him off. It wouldn't be possible.

  His blush deepening, Brent tried to appear calm. “No. I’m not worried about that.”

  “Good. We might need to have you practice several times to be sure.”

  “Practice, huh?”

  “Lots. Safety first, you know. And speaking of that, what safewords do you prefer?”

  Brent shrugged, “I’m boring. I like red, yellow, and green. I think it’s easier to remember.”

  “Easy to remember is good. Nothing kills the mood faster than randomly hollering out every fruit you can think of instead of saying green because you chose something too hard to remember.”

  Brent frowned at Calen. “That’s not funny. I felt so bad for him. In the middle of that spanking demonstration and he was so close. It completely ruined everything. His Dom took it well but still…”

  “Yeah, it was frustrating to watch at the time, but now it’s just funny.”

  About a year ago, they’d gone up to observe some demonstrations that were being done by members of the club. One cute sub became so absorbed in the spanking he was receiving that when the Dom asked where he was, the sub couldn’t remember the safeword he’d chosen to show that he was still good with the scene. He’d ended up hollering out random fruits and vegetables.

  The Dom had later explained that because his boy got lost in subspace so easily, they didn’t use verbal safewords at home except for brand-new activities. So when they were in a scene at the club, where verbal safewords were required, the sub hadn’t been used to it. Needless to say, they decided playing there wasn’t for them and just socialized there instead.

  “I trust that we wouldn’t have the same problem?”

  Brent shook his head, obviously still thinking about the scene. “No, it’s one of the reasons I stick with something simple.”

  “Good to know. Now, I am going to have one more cup of coffee and you are going to follow instructions.” Calen had been waiting until Brent finished his meal for the next part of their day.

  Brent gave him a suspicious look but didn’t argue. He simply pushed his plate away and looked at Calen. He had a right to be worried, but Calen wasn’t going to push him too much. “Yes, Sir.”

  The diner was still fairly empty so Calen lowered his voice a little and didn’t worry about someone overhearing them. “Who does your pleasure belong to, subbie?”

  The blush that had faded was starting to pink Brent’s cheeks, but he didn’t look away. “You, Sir.”

  Calen had a difficult time fighting the urge to adjust his hardening cock. “You are going to go into the restroom and jerk off again. You may fantasize about anything you would like, but no touching your ass. Are we clear?”

  Staring at Calen, Brent’s mouth opened and closed several times but nothing came out. Finally, he swallowed hard and managed to nod.

  “You’re my dirty little slut so I know it won’t take long. But remember, if you’re in there for a while, people will start to talk. I’m going to call the waiter over for more coffee, so off you go. If you dawdle, I might make you take a picture as proof next time.”

  “Next time? I mean, okay…um…yes, Sir.” Clearly not able to talk coherently, Brent slid out of the seat and headed towards the restroom.

  Calen hoped that no one would notice the hard-on starting to form in Brent’s jeans—or the one in his. Adjusting his napkin to be on the safe side, Calen held his coffee cup up, trying to catch the waiter’s attention. Giving the waiter a quick “Thanks” when he came over, Calen leaned back in the booth and tried to relax.

  Well, as much as he could with all the wicked images running around in his head. One naughty fantasy was chasing after the other trying to make him crazy. What he wanted most of all was to be in there watching. Standing behind Brent, teasing him, touching him, while he masturbated. Not yet, though.

  Not the time or the place.

  Brent had been thinking about him as more than a friend for a while, but Calen wasn’t sure that the sub saw him as a Dom. Seeing Brent as his sub wasn’t hard for Calen. All he wanted to do was dominate and take Brent right to the edge. But going from seeing Calen as a friend to seeing Calen as his Dom had to be harder. Hopefully, little things like the jerking off when told would help with that.

  And just to add something else
for his mind to worry about, now they had to go to dinner at Garrett’s.

  Did Garrett even realize what was happening between Calen and Brent? Was that what the dinner was about? They did random dinners once in a while, but most of the time it was the barbecues on the weekends. Did this have something to do with Garrett’s relationship with Wyatt?

  Then there was the issue with his new relationship with Brent. Did he want to keep things quiet until they figured everything out or was he okay with talking about it already? How did Brent want his submission handled?

  If it were solely up to Calen, he would have wanted everything out in the open, but it wasn’t only up to him. Brent might be his submissive but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t have strong opinions. And they still hadn’t even written up their contract yet.

  Calen hoped they would be able to get that ironed out before they had to see the rest of the group. He wanted to show Brent this was something he was taking seriously and committing to. Dinner was definitely messing up his plans.

  He’d wanted to spend the afternoon talking about their contract and rules before having their first scene that night. Calen had envisioned a relaxing dinner after they’d had time to unwind and process everything.

  Now with the invitation thrown in, he wasn’t sure how much of that was possible. It would all come down to how much they agreed on right off the bat and how much they had to discuss and negotiate.

  It only took a few more minutes and about a half a cup of coffee for Brent to come back to the table. He was flushed, with the same sleepy, just-fucked look that he’d had after he’d gotten out of the shower. Calen couldn't wait to see how he looked right after he’d come when he didn’t have to put himself back together so quickly.

  “That didn’t take long. Did you follow directions?”

  Brent didn’t even seem to have the energy to blush. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very good. How about we go back to your place and relax for a while? Then we’ll discuss the contract.” Calen watched as Brent yawned, nodding.