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The ride over to the club had been almost unbearable because of the sheer anticipation. The unexpected gift from Aaron had also added to his nerves, but in a wonderful way. He touched the collar that was hidden under his top coat for perhaps the twentieth time since they’d left the house. He ran his fingers over the jewels that adorned the buckle and the design carved in the leather. It was the most spectacular thing anyone had ever given him. Aaron had done so much for him. How could he ever come up with anything so grand to give to Aaron?
Even though the evenings had finally cooled off for the year, it was still a bit warm for the top coat. Sam wore it to conceal the neck accessory he wore. Aaron had told him that they could bring it and he could put it on when they got there, but he hadn’t wanted to take it off. He wished he never had to take it off, ever—that it was permanently there to tell the world that he belonged to Aaron Rubenstein.
“Almost there, little Sam.”
They turned onto a street with several very large homes. They were even bigger mansions than the one he’d grown up in.
“This is it.”
Aaron squeezed Sam’s knee as they drove up to imposing iron gates that guarded the long driveway leading to a magnificent Tudor Revival home. Aaron waved to a uniformed man who seemed to recognize him as he pulled the gate aside to let them in. Aaron had shared many things with Sam about how the club was run and the extra precautions they took to keep things secret.
Many cars had already parked in the open area. Modifications had been made so that the driveway continued to the grounds in the back. The club didn’t need to avail themselves of the outdoor amenities. It was much better used as a place to conceal the multitude of vehicles that clogged the property.
“Ah, a special spot has been saved just for us, little Sam.”
He wasn’t sure exactly when the shivering had begun, but it had become uncontrollable. It had nothing to do with the temperature. Aaron grasped his shoulder and he jumped.
“Shh. Look at me.”
Sam turned to his lover.
My Master.
Once the two words ran through his mind, the trembling calmed. He exhaled as he gazed in Aaron’s eyes, Aaron nodding, his approval evident.
“That’s it. Breathe, little Sam.”
“I love you, Master.”
Aaron grinned. “I love you too, my sweet boy.”
Leaning in, Aaron then took a kiss from him. It was soft and slow, Aaron moving his lips over Sam’s repeatedly. Sam remembered to breathe and he drew in the essence of Aaron’s masculine scent, his heated breath. Aaron explored underneath the coat, brushed aside the pesky fabric of the shirt he’d worn tucked into a pair of trousers should they get pulled over by a road cop.
Sam’s leather bound cock filled, swelling against the restriction of the ring at the base of his shaft. His balls that had been separated into two small sacs tightened, their bindings still digging into the sensitive flesh. Aaron gently sucked Sam’s bottom lip into his mouth, toyed with it then let it go with a light scrape of his teeth.
“There we go. Kiss swollen and hard. Every man in there tonight will love you and hate me.”
“Why would they hate you, Sir…Master?” Sam ducked his head. “Sorry.”
Aaron lifted Sam’s chin with his finger. “No sorrys. This is very new.” Aaron chuckled. “It’s quite obvious, isn’t it? They will be mad with jealousy that I have the most stunning and obedient boy in the room.”
Sam had gotten over a lot of his blushing since he’d been with Aaron. It was silly to go around being embarrassed all the time when they were always naked and doing sex things with each other. But it was a very different thing when Aaron praised him so highly. He still stopped to marvel every once in a while that someone as sophisticated, talented and beautiful as Aaron would want to share his whole life with Sam. Plain, ordinary Sam. Yet when he saw himself through Aaron’s eyes, he was special and deserved to be loved.
“Come on. It’s time.”
He nodded. “Yes, Master.”
As he followed Aaron along the pathway leading to the front entrance, Sam went over in his mind all the instructions Aaron had given him in the previous weeks as he’d trained Sam for their special night. Walking to heel was no issue—he did it automatically. It was the things he wasn’t used to that had him on edge. He knew how to walk naked, straight and proud with his gaze cast down, his hands clasped behind his back. They’d practiced with a leash on a plain dog collar. He’d done well with everything. However, he’d never done it in front of a room full of strangers.
They reached the entrance of the enormous home that reminded Sam of a cross between a medieval castle and an English cottage. Two dark oak slatted doors with knockers made of twisted iron rings stood between them and the mysterious interior of the Hampton Road Club. Matching iron handles met in the middle of the doors, strap hinges decorated the edges. Sam and Aaron’s way was lit by two electrified lanterns mounted on either side of the doors. Aaron lifted one of the heavy rings and banged out the sound of a distinctive pattern on the metal piece affixed to the wood.
Focus. Make Aaron proud.
Never once had he considered whether or not he wanted the other people who would be there to like him or think that he was doing good. The only thing that mattered was Aaron’s opinion. The door opened slowly and Aaron leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“Breathe, little Sam.”
He exhaled on a gasp, noting that he had been holding his breath. As always, Aaron knew what he needed, guided him. Another uniformed man who Sam assumed to be a valet, ushered them in. They stood in the dim lighting of the entryway and the white gloved man took their coats. Everything seemed to be constructed of roughhewn wood—only the floors were polished to a high varnished gleam. A thick, rectangular-shaped Oriental rug added color to an otherwise monotone hued space.
“Does your boy need to ready himself, Mr Rubenstein sir?”
“Yes, Michael. Could you show him the way? As this is his first time, I would prefer to wait for him here. I will be leading him in.”
“Very good, sir.”
It was all happening exactly as Aaron had explained. Had he not been apprised ahead of time on what to expect, he wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to bear it.
The servant called Michael led him down a hallway to a room that once he entered, he was sure had actually been originally meant to be either a study or a library. The shelves contained no books. Only the neatly piled clothing of whom he assumed were the other submissive men there that evening.
As Sam removed all of his garments then handed the carefully folded stack to the valet, he was sure he might faint. He’d never disrobed in front of anyone other than Aaron, but especially not a stranger. However, since he was about to be led around the mansion completely naked while on a leash, practicing in front of the valet was probably a good introduction.
I’m not completely naked. There’s a leather ring around my cock.
An almost hysterical giggle bubbled up and out of him before he could stop it. He thought it was remarkable that the servant’s expression had remained implacable both when he’d stripped and when he’d snorted laughter. As he followed Michael back to where Aaron waited for him, another thought occurred to him. Aaron’s requirement for Sam to be in an almost constant state of nudity at home had definitely contributed to his level of comfort at being naked in his current situation.
Sam stepped into the entryway and Aaron’s delighted expression upon seeing him made him surprisingly emotional. He approached Sam then cupped his face with one hand. He used the other to reach between them and fondled his balls, then teased under the flared head of his firm shaft. Aaron kissed him thoroughly then let go. He clipped on the leash.
“Here we go, little Sam. Your stripes are quite lovely and so is your cock. I’m very proud of you.”
With Aaron’s words echoing in his mind, he trailed behind his Master as the valet opened a matching oak
door on the opposite side of the hallway Sam had just returned from. It mirrored the ones they had passed through already and Sam was once again reminded of an old castle.
The valet didn’t accompany them—it seemed as if his function was as the greeter. Sam had no doubt that Aaron knew exactly where they were going. The faint sounds of a gathering could be heard from somewhere in the home. The hall they strolled down contained one bathroom to their left and what seemed to be a smaller study or other similarly styled room to their right. The lay-out appeared a bit odd to him, as if the structure was all twisted around from the way a typical house would be.
They were funneled into what Sam would have thought was the main living area, but it was unoccupied. It was then that he realized why their approach to the space they were in had seemed off-kilter. They hadn’t come in through the main entrance. To their right was a sweeping staircase of the same highly polished wood as the floor. Matching bronze statues of nude males holding an Aladdin lamp above their heads adorned the posts at the bottom of the step’s ornate railing of wood and filigreed iron.
Sam tracked the red carpeted stairs up to two closed double doors at the top of the staircase. He concluded that the primary gathering of members would be behind that shielded area. As soon as they’d entered the open living room, the sounds he’d heard could be traced as emanating from above them. He could also distinguish moans and harsh cries amidst noises that would commonly be associated with a dinner party gathering. Sam noted that there were other hallways upstairs on opposite sides of the room with the double doors. Sam was sure that some of the sounds came from what was likely a multitude of bedrooms.
Aaron turned to Sam and cupped his chin.
“I need one more kiss from my sweet boy.”
After taking what he wanted, Aaron paused to consider him. He must have noticed Sam stealing glances at their surroundings.
“All of the activity takes place in the upstairs areas. There are actually three stories here. The main floor is kept unoccupied by guests to insure that there isn’t an accidental discovery of the true nature of what happens here.”
“Who would come in here and find out?”
Aaron shrugged. “One can’t be too careful. A neighbor might report something suspicious or a disgruntled wife might hire a private investigator to discover where her husband spends his nights away from home. The servants here are also our watchdogs. If anyone who doesn’t belong shows up, the houseline is rung and all activity ceases until the threat has passed.”
“Oh.”
It was incredible all of the trouble the people who started the club had gone to make it safe for everyone. Aaron had told Sam that his friend Saul from the bathhouse was one of the founding members. Sam had wondered if he would get to meet Saul’s submissive man that night—Aaron had said he would probably befriend some of the submissives there—but Aaron had informed him that the attractive silver-haired man had no one. It made Sam sad for him. He’d always seemed very nice too.
He was so enraptured by all the beautiful objets d’art and lush antique furniture, that he’d briefly forgotten why they were there until he felt the tug on his leash. Aaron winked at him. Sam smiled then remembered to straighten his posture and keep his eyes lowered. It was time for him to be displayed to all the members.
Aaron gently led him up the stairs, the soft thick carpeting sensuous against his bare feet. He remembered to keep his breathing regular and focused on everything Aaron had taught him. They reached the top and he was vaguely aware that Aaron had extended his hand to grasp the door latch and was about to push open the door into the room where all present would view Sam’s naked form. Where they would judge whether or not he honored his Master.
It excited him.
His swelling cock fought the restraint of the ring at the base of his shaft, his swollen balls aching within the confines of the leather ties. With his gaze on the floor, he wasn’t able to take in all the sights the way he would have wished, but he reminded himself that he was there for his Master’s pleasure. There was a hush, then murmurs of approval from all around them. Heat rose to his face, but he couldn’t discern whether it was primarily from embarrassment or if he was flushed from pride.
“Ah, there you are, old sport! A true delight to see you, as always. I’ve been rather lonely at the bathhouse, but it all becomes clear why you abandoned my company. He’s magnificent, Aaron. You’re quite the lucky man.”
“Indeed I am. Sam, you remember my good friend, Saul Liebowitz?”
“Very good to see you again, Sir.”
As his gaze was still lowered in respect, he wasn’t sure if his remark about ‘seeing’ Saul was all that accurate.
“What a charming boy. Aaron, you must share your training expertise with some of the newer Dominants. We have a few unwieldy boys around here who need to be taken in hand by their Masters.”
Aaron and Saul chatted some more and Sam discovered that Mr Larsen from the bathhouse had been tossed out on his ear, along with several of the towel boys—David included. Saul had brought in his own group of people, and while the patrons could still pay for the favors of the towel boys, a process was in place to insure that the young men who accepted such opportunities weren’t being exploited or forced into anything.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Aaron was approached by his friend Thomas. Sam did his best to be even more perfect in his stance, his eyes lowered, his cock hard. He’d shamed Aaron the last time Thomas had seen him and he wouldn’t do it again.
“I’m grateful we get to meet at last, Sam.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Sam swallowed, not sure if he would be out of place with what he wanted to say. “Please forgive my behavior from the other day. I was disrespectful and have no excuse.”
“He’s quite delightful, Aaron. Nicely done. Sam? You are most certainly forgiven.”
Aaron’s fingers brushed his elbow and his cock twitched. He heard Thomas mumble something to Aaron about how responsive Sam was. His cheeks flushed hot. Embarrassment was more evident to him this time.
“Sweet Sam, I’m removing your leash so that you may follow Javier. He’ll be taking you to the submissive’s den. You can relax and enjoy the company of the other men until the whipping demonstration begins. There will also be refreshments.” Aaron leaned down to speak close to his ear. “Make sure you eat and drink. I want to be certain you have plenty of energy for later.”
“Yes, Master.”
Aaron unclipped him and Sam felt oddly sad about it. But as he turned to follow Javier, Aaron patted his ass fondly. He was instantly reassured. It was difficult for him to believe how well he had acclimated to the current circumstances. His biggest fears about going to the club were that he would be flaccid or clumsy—that he would make Aaron regret bringing him or that he would hate the club and dread going back time and again.
But he loved it. He was hard and he was ecstatic to be there. To his own disbelief, he’d found the entire evening so far to be incredibly erotic. Also, everyone up to that point had been very nice, very complimentary toward him. Even the one man who should have thought badly of him had still treated him as if he were wonderful. He hoped that he and Aaron could come back often.
Aaron had also told him he might find friends of his own there. Other men like him who understood the need to submit to a Dominant man. Sam would then know that he wasn’t alone. That any of the worries he might still have about being a freak would be vanquished.
Once Sam was shown into the spacious room where about twenty or so submissive men lolled in various stages of undress, he allowed his gaze to rise from the floor. Almost everyone turned his way, regarding him with curiosity. Bizarrely, he felt more self-conscious around them than he had in a roomful of Dominant men who had no doubt been ogling him with lustful interest.
A slightly built young man, who seemed to be about his age, scampered over and clutched his hand. He had dark hair, olive skin and big brown eyes that radiated friendliness.
Sam nodded. He liked the dark haired man who held onto his hand.
“I’m Sam.”
“Hi, Sam, my name’s Francesco. I belong to Master Theodore. He’s the one who told me about you. Whenever we used to come here, Master Aaron would sit with us to watch the demonstrations. My Master told me that he’d stayed away from the club to train his new boy. You’re very lucky. Do you like him a lot?”
Francesco spoke very fast and Sam felt himself becoming overwhelmed. He remembered his breathing and thought about Aaron. Almost instantly, he calmed.
“I love him.”
Francesco’s eyes went wide then he grabbed Sam and hugged him. He didn’t mind that his friend was affectionate, but since they were both nude, it seemed a little funny. After letting him go, Francesco couldn’t seem to remain still, bouncing up and down on his toes.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you. It’s so much nicer when you love your Master.”
Sam frowned as he considered Francesco’s statement.
“Doesn’t everyone love their Master?”
“Oh no, not at all. Some Masters and their submissives are together only because of what they can give to one another at the club. It isn’t easy to find a real fellow to partner with who likes this type of thing.”
“I guess so. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Master Theodore found me on the streets. I was sucking men’s dicks for what little money I could get.”
Sam’s heart clutched at the thought of his nice new friend having to do something that awful to survive.
“Where’s your family?”
“My father ran out on my mother and when I turned sixteen, she said I was old enough to take care of myself, so she kicked me out. I think it was her new boyfriend who wanted me to leave.” Francesco shrugged. “She used to smack me around a lot, especially when she was on the hooch, so I didn’t mind going all that much.”
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