by Sara York
“Well, James is ready to move, so I’ll see you around.” Mark smiled and wiggled his little finger at Wesley before following after James.
Wesley looked up and saw Scotty studying him. His eyes narrowed, and he reached out, running his fingers through Wesley’s hair, then behind his head. The pressure on the back of his neck was enough for him to need to step forward, so he did, right into Scotty’s arms. The place was strange, a little disturbing with the way some of the guys talked and acted, but he loved being with Scotty.
“We’re going upstairs for a bit. I want to show you around, see what you think. Grab your drink and mine.” Scotty’s teeth grazed over Wesley’s earlobe, sending shivers down his back. He grabbed both drinks and followed right behind Scotty, never once getting more than a few inches from him.
The door at the top of the stairs opened, and he heard a sharp slap, then another. He flinched, wondering what the hell was going on. Wesley walked into the room behind Scotty and stopped cold. Scotty took a few more steps and looked back, his frown severe. Wesley caught up to him, trying not to look at the center of the room.
They went to a table, and Scotty took their drinks, placing them in the middle of the small, round tabletop. Scotty moved behind Wesley and turned him so that he had to face the action. Kneeling on all fours was a man, probably midtwenties, blond hair, and pale skin—except where he’d been hit by the bigger guy. The big guy had on leather pants and boots, and that was all. He lifted a whip and let it fly, striking the smaller man on the ass. Wesley jumped.
Scotty’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing tight. “Watch.”
Wesley wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from the action in the center of the room. The whip flew again, and the man jerked as he called out, “Nine.”
“Turn around and face me,” Scotty commanded.
Part of him wanted to tell Scotty to fuck off and run from the room, but Wesley felt compelled to do as Scotty asked. With very slow steps, he turned to face Scotty. The heat in his gaze warmed Wesley. Scotty’s hands were on his shoulders, then wrapped around him, drawing him closer. He snuggled against Scotty’s chest, loving the feel of the big hands on his body. The whip sailed through the air again, the crack sounding as it struck against the man’s skin—Wesley jumped. Scotty tightened his hold, nibbling at Wesley’s neck. Scotty made him feel safe.
“One day, maybe soon, I’ll introduce you to the pleasure of the whip.”
Wesley sucked in a breath and twisted around, watching the couple with the whip, wondering if Scotty would ever want him to do that in such a public place. He didn’t know if he could, or if he even wanted something like that. The bigger guy wrapped the whip into a loop and stored it on a table. He went to the man on the floor and pulled him up, cuddling him close. Wesley watched as the big guy walked the dude who’d just been whipped to a bench and laid him down on the surface, then began massaging the other guy’s legs and butt, smoothing some sort of cream over the man’s skin.
Scotty’s lips were at Wesley’s ear, his voice low. “There are many reasons to use the whip. Punishment, discipline, and then there’s the pleasure—allowing the sub to go to subspace.”
Wesley clenched his muscles. The thought of punishment frightened him and enticed him. Memories of his dad’s belt across his ass raced through his mind, disturbing him.
“Subspace is a pleasure zone, one that is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced. Come on, let’s go to another room.”
Wesley followed Scotty. His previously world-wise views were challenged, leaving him shaken. He thought he’d seen almost everything, but really his sexual education had been woefully lacking. They went through a few more rooms, allowing Wesley to tour the entire upper floor. In many rooms, the punishment was too much for him to stomach. They didn’t stay long in one room where a guy was tied up and suspended among a crowd of men who were taking turns fucking him. He prayed Scotty never wanted him to do that.
They went back downstairs, Wesley staying close to Scotty. The sounds and sights overwhelmed him. He jerked when Scotty touched him. His nerves were on edge. Scotty started talking to another guy, and Wesley wondered if he could sneak away and go to the bathroom. He didn’t want to bug Scotty, but he need to go, and soon. Wesley took a step back, separating from Scotty, the urge to pee so intense that he abandoned the rules. He turned, running into a mass of muscles. The guy grabbed his ass, squeezing hard. Wesley yelped and tried to scramble over to Scotty, but the man had hold of his belt loops, his hand in Wesley’s hair, pulling his head back.
Real fear filled him and he tried to make a noise, but it seemed like he was being held mute. Finally, he found his voice and squeaked out. “Scott.”
Scotty whipped around, rage evident on his face. He took one step and accessed his full height, his mouth pinched in a frown. “Aaron, let him go.”
“Scotty, I should have known the guy was yours. He wasn’t close enough for me to see that you owned him. But then again, you do have trouble keeping them close.”
The hold on Wesley loosened, and he scrambled over to Scotty, running behind him and plastering his body to Scotty’s back, his head resting between Scotty’s shoulder blades. He clasped onto Scotty’s jeans, holding tight while Scotty stood up to the guy who’d grabbed him.
“He’s wearing a white T-shirt and a collar. You knew to keep your hands off.”
“Sorry, Scotty. You need to teach him some manners, and maybe he should learn the rules. I could take a whip to his ass for you— Oh wait, that’s what Raphael wanted me to do. Funny, isn’t it?”
Scotty’s whole body shook. “Aaron, I suggest you leave before you’re kicked out,” Scotty growled.
Wesley didn’t look to see what was happening. He wasn’t going to leave Scotty’s side again. He’d pee in his pants before he allowed Scotty to get out of touching distance.
Chapter Three
Scotty’s anger burned hot. Aaron knew better than to touch his sub. Fuck, the kid was in a white shirt, a sure sign that he had no clue what was going on. He was kicking himself because he’d sensed Wesley stepping away, but he felt that the man needed to be given some freedom and not stifled. He should have known better. Of course he’d thought they were in a safe place, away from most of the action. Hell, with the little forced penetration scene going on upstairs, he figured no one who wanted action would be down here. Aaron always wanted action.
After he got rid of the pig, Aaron, he led Wesley away from the main room and back to a private booth. Wesley looked frightened, and he hoped to ease his fears. Coming to the club for the first time was shocking, and he hadn’t taken as good care of his man as he’d intended to. He was a bit giddy, but that was no excuse. Having a beautiful young man like Wesley on his arm was an ego boost, especially after the fiasco last year. Not that Wesley was really that much younger, probably only ten years or so, but the boy was a prime piece of meat, and the others wanted a bite.
With the door shut firmly, securing them in a private room, he turned Wesley so he had to look at him. “Wesley, why did you step away from me?”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me,” Wesley babbled.
“Wesley, tell me why.”
“I needed to pee. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m so sorry.”
Scotty felt terrible. Not only had he allowed his man to be groped by a total ass, his date had to pee. He huffed out a breath and grabbed Wesley by the wrist. “Come on, there’s a bathroom right over here.” He led Wesley into the bathroom and locked the connecting door. “When you are done, you open this door first. I’ll unlock the connecting door.”
“Yes, sir.” Wesley stared at the door connecting to the other private room.
Scotty stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him to give Wesley some privacy. Scotty ran his hand over his face, pissed that he’d messed up so much. Fuck, he’d screwed up. No wonder Raphael had walked away from him so easily. That wasn’t the only reason.
He never opened up to Raphael because he couldn’t. No one knew his deepest secrets, and they never would. Fuck, he didn’t deserve to have a sub as beautiful as Wesley. The doorknob rattled and the door opened, revealing a very wary-looking Wesley.
The guilt he felt expanded. He pulled Wesley into his arms, running his hands over Wesley’s body, down to his thighs and back up. His fingers traced over Wesley’s back and back down to his thighs and over his ass. Scotty felt a telltale bump and stiffened. He tugged at Wesley’s shirt and let his fingers dip below the waistband of his jeans, running right into the thick elastic of Wesley’s underwear.
Scotty stepped back and stood with his arms over his chest. The earlier infraction, stepping away from his circle of safety, could be forgiven, and Wesley had learned the lesson from that little bit of disobedience, but the underwear was another matter altogether.
“Wesley, you broke a rule. And when you break a rule, you must accept the punishment.”
Wesley’s eyes grew huge, and his body started to shake. “Oh no, no, no. Please, please tell me. Whatever I did. I’m sorry.” Tears ran down Wesley’s cheeks, and he stepped close to Scotty, his hands twisting in the fabric of Scotty’s shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please,” Wesley wailed.
Scotty was shocked by the emotions. He studied Wesley before wrapping him tightly in his arms. Wesley shook, his fear seemed real. Scotty realized this wasn’t a bratty sub acting out, this was true fear coming from the man.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Scotty whispered.
Wesley didn’t calm. Tears still streamed down his face, his mouth still running as he babbled his apologies.
“Oh God, don’t make me do that. Please don’t hit me. I swear I won’t do it again. Just don’t make me do that. Don’t make me strip in front of them.”
Wesley was beside himself, his body shaking, tears flowing fast, and he was making no sense at all. Scotty covered Wesley’s mouth with his own and slid his hand down Wesley’s torso to his cock, stroking the man through his jeans. At first, Wesley didn’t submit to his advances, then he yielded, melting against Scotty. Wesley moaned as Scotty stroked him, his own cock growing harder by the second.
Scotty pulled away with a growl. “Drop to your knees and suck me. Now.”
Wesley didn’t hesitate. He was on his knees, his fingers working Scotty’s belt buckle and pants open. Before Wesley wrapped his lips around Scotty’s cock, Scotty placed his hand on Wesley’s head, tilting his chin up to make Wesley look him in the eyes.
“You swallow every ounce of my seed. Do not let any of it drop to the ground.”
“Yes, sir,” Wesley said with a shaky voice.
The first touch of Wesley’s lips on his cock sent a spike of lust through Scotty, making his balls pull up tight. Wesley sucked him hard, then licked up and down his rod. The man was very accomplished at the task, licking and nipping at just the right time. He wrapped his fingers around Scotty’s balls, and his index finger slid over Scotty’s perineum, sending him straight to the pleasure zone.
Bliss hovered close as Wesley worked him over. Wesley must have sensed the difference. He grabbed Scotty’s hips and tilted his head up, swallowing more of Scotty’s dick. It was like heaven had come to the room, stealing his breath away. Scotty tumbled over the edge and shot his load down Wesley’s throat. His fingers were wrapped in Wesley’s hair, the strands tickling the back of Scotty’s hands. When Scotty could open his eyes, he noticed that Wesley hadn’t given up a drop of his cum, staying on his knees until Scotty was totally finished emptying his load from his balls.
He pulled Wesley up, kissing the taste of his own seed off Wesley’s tongue. He pressed Wesley up against the wall and pulled out of the kiss. It was hard to stop playing with the man’s lips. They were addicting, luscious beyond reason, and he wanted to sink into the sensation of being kissed and loved on, but he needed to make sure Wesley followed the rules from here on out. Boundaries had to be in place. He’d been too lax with Raphael—fuck, he’d been a jerk with Raphael—and he wouldn’t make the same mistake with Wesley.
He stepped back, putting distance between them, a cushion of air so he could breathe, clearing his head for a moment. Though he’d just had an amazing orgasm, he wanted to touch and play with Wesley, seeing just how many times they could pleasure each other. The thoughts and feelings shocked him, sobering him immediately. It wasn’t his way to be emotional. He always stayed cool, calm, and collected. Being rash was for others, and yet, tonight he’d already let Wesley get mauled by some jerk, he hadn’t paid enough attention to his man to figure out if he needed to take a piss or not, and he had let Wesley have his seed. Maybe being with Wesley was too much, and he should call it quits now.
Wesley reached for him, his big blue eyes pleading for Scotty to touch him again. He grabbed Wesley’s hands and held them still. He put on the sternest expression he could master and stared down at the man. Wesley cringed, fear showing in his gaze. Scotty softened and released Wesley’s arms, cupping Wesley’s face with his palms.
“When I agreed to go out with you, I said there would be rules. Didn’t I?”
Wesley’s lower lip quivered as he nodded. Then he sucked in a breath and shivered. “Yes, sir.” His voice sounded barely above a whisper.
“Good boy.” He smoothed his thumb over Wesley’s lower lip. He groaned, remembering the feel of those lips wrapped around his cock. Pushing the lust away, he focused on Wesley, intent on enacting some discipline. “I said there would be consequences if you didn’t obey my rules, didn’t I?”
Wesley started to shake, his body trembling as a sob escaped his lips.
“Shh, love, it will be okay.” Scotty clenched his muscles to keep from wrapping Wesley in his arms. “I’m not a cruel man, but the rules are in place for a reason. You already learned why you must stay next to me. Didn’t you?”
Wesley nodded. Outside the room there was yelling; the harsh words filtered through the door. A Dom was pissed at his sub and lost control. Scotty hated it when Doms acted that way. Control was mandatory, something you had to have when you had a sub in your care.
The trembling in Wesley’s body increased as the sound of flesh striking flesh filled the room. Scotty couldn’t stop his urge to comfort his charge. He wrapped Wesley in his arms and kissed his head, holding him close as the young man trembled and cried quietly. When the out-of-control Dom had been dealt with by Bill and his muscle, Scotty pushed Wesley against the wall and held him there.
“Now then, you specifically disobeyed me.”
“I am so sorry. Please tell me what I did wrong.”
Pleasure washed over Scotty. This man was made to be a sub. A thread of fear pulled at his heart, leaving him choked up for a second. If another Dom got hold of Wesley, he’d be abused horribly.
“Wesley, sweet Wesley, you need to learn to follow my rules, and to help you understand, I’m going to have to punish you.”
The shiver that went through Wesley made Scotty’s dick stir. Hell, the man had just sucked him off, leaving him satisfied beyond reason, and here he wanted him again.
“You wore underwear, and I specifically asked you not to wear any. Do you remember me asking you not to wear underwear?”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I was running late and—”
Scotty placed his finger on Wesley’s lips, quieting him. They stared at each other for a long moment, emotions pulsing between them. Even after being with Raphael for months, he'd never felt this way. Scotty moved his hands to massage Wesley shoulders. The man calmed, stress seeping from him.
“Like I said earlier, I’m not cruel and I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to learn to obey. Your punishment—” Scotty took his hand off Wesley’s shoulders and dropped it to the man’s hip, sliding his fingers over the front of Wesley’s pants until he found Wesley’s dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. Wesley moaned and arched toward Scotty’s hand. Scotty smiled, loving how responsive the guy was. “Your punishment is that you are not allowed to
have an orgasm—at all.”
Wesley gasped, his emotions so evident on his face and in his body that Scotty felt a rush of power run through him. This young man would fulfill all of his fantasies. He couldn’t wait to play with Wesley, getting him naked, toying with his body until he was on the edge of exploding. He could bring Wesley so much pleasure, taking them both to a new plane, if only Wesley would submit and allow Scotty to show him the depths of sensuality.
“No touching this cock.” Scotty squeezed again, and Wesley whimpered, his eyelashes fluttering. “Like right now, you’re not allowed to come, no matter how much I touch you or tease you, you may not have an orgasm. When I drop you off at home tonight, you may not touch your dick. In the shower, you may wash, but no pleasure. Do you understand?”
Wesley’s whole body was shaking, and Scotty doubted that Wesley would be able to hold out. The guy was on edge, ready to explode. Scotty bet that if he dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the man, he would come immediately.
“Answer me,” Scotty demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
Scotty stepped back, breaking all contact with Wesley, and watched excitement and fear, along with lust and anguish, play out on his face. The guy was so responsive and emotive that Scotty thought he could watch him all day, never getting bored.
“Tomorrow night, are you free for me to come and see you?”
Wesley nodded, his eyes wide. “Yes, sir.” He bit his lower lip, his gaze dipping to Scotty’s crotch.
Pleasure zipped through Scotty. That was exactly what he wanted. He needed Wesley to want him, to desire him so much that he’d do almost anything. Of course, he would have to teach Wesley when to say no. He would be careful with this young man, making sure to treat him like the treasure he was.
“It’s time to go home now. When you get there, I want you to take a shower and go to bed. You wear your underwear while you sleep tonight and that’s it. Think about your punishment and why you are being punished. Tomorrow night, I'll come by to see you, to make sure you haven’t come.”
