As Carmine finished, both he and Varick grew quiet and looked at Devan. He shook his head with a half grin and smiled at them.
“So, you both think he’s hot. And he sounds like sub material. And you think he needs to let go. Go get his ass and teach him to let go,” Devan huffed. “Ain’t that hard, man. Sometimes, choosing who you give up control to makes a fuck ton of difference in people. Talk to him. You never know how someone is going to react until you fuckin’ talk to them. Quit whining and act. First lesson in true Domination, boys. Don’t sit back and fuckin’ worry over something, fuckin’ just act. Worst that happens is you get turned down, and then you fuckin’ know.” Devan looked at Carmine as if he just realized something. “You ever had a permanent sub or anything? Or anyone you got under consideration?” he asked.
“Nah, been looking for a sub for a while, but just haven’t found one that got my interest...then I get a fuckin’ boner for a guy who isn’t even in the Lifestyle and I just keep thinking about him and how he needs something I might be able to give ‘im,” he groused. “I just want to take him and tie him up and lick him from head to toe he’s so fuckin’ tasty looking...” Carmine’s eyes went wide and vacant and his tongue traced the outline of his lips.
Varick blinked, looking at Carmine for a long time. “You’re serious, aren’t you? I mean, you’d actually do just that?”
“Bet your sack I would. I’ve got an oral fetish.” He gave Varick a broad grin. “Most my toys have liked the treatment.”
Varick stared at him and shook his head. “This is all so...different...I can’t believe I just...had a public blow job from you, and we’re just sitting here, talking like it was nothing. I’m...” he explained, turning to Devan.
Devan smirked. “Fuck, dude, you’re so vanilla it hurts.”
“Vanilla?” Varick asked as he frowned.
“Yeah, Vanillas are those people who like plain, or vanilla, sex. Those not in our community or the Lifestyle. Anyway, let’s get you up to speed in the knowledge area, huh?” Devan smiled.
A few minutes later, Clair and Charles came up to bar followed by Mia and a few others. “You coming to get food with us? I’m starved...” Charles shifted uncomfortably in his jacket. “Mistress Mia showed Clair a few things, and my back is on fire,” he muttered. “Mistress Strawberry’s gonna mentor her, but she was with a client downstairs in the lower Dungeon.”
Varick arched a brow. “Food?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Carmine exclaimed, standing up. “We go over to Randy’s and eat afterward on weekend nights a lot. Sometimes a few of us, sometimes a lot. It’s always amusing to see the reactions of the vanilla folks...” he smirked. “Come on, we can talk more there,” he said. He reached out, running a hand down Devan’s arm.
Devan had been so focused on the others, he hadn’t noticed someone had come up behind him. Varick didn’t know her, but she was smiling as she walked up behind him and swatted Devan hard on the ass. He yelped and turned around.
“Gods be damned woman, Mia striped my ass,” he snapped and crossed his arms.
“I know, she told me. Sorry, Lokes, couldn’t resist, your ass is all hanging out when you bend over the bar like this,” she explained as she reached around Devan to pick up the empty glass in front of Carmine. “Hey, how’s it going, Dragon-boy?”
“Hey, Wycked. Fine. We were headed over to Randy’s, you coming with?” Carmine wondered.
She shook her head. “Nah, I’ve been doing orders all night, so I’m going home to crash.” She put the glasses away as Devan turned around to face Carmine and Varick. She turned back and reached for Devan’s glass, but this time she leaned onto his back. He oofed as he fell forward onto the bar from her weight and then snorted.
“Oh, gods, fuck, what are you doing...” he muttered as his face flushed red.
“Huh, well, if Dragon wants to fuck you in the bathroom at the Randy’s, he doesn’t need extra lube, now does he? You’re all soft and squishy.” She smirked and looked at Carmine. Carmine bit his lip and Varick could see the deep blush rising even on his dark skin.
“Aw, Wyck, you workin’ him up for me, huh?” Carmine whined a bit and winked at her. Varick could hear the tension in his voice, and he imagined that he was having a hard time sitting still.
She snorted before moving and stepping back away from him with a smirk as she wiped her hands on the towel in her hand. She tossed the bar towel over her shoulder and headed toward the door to the back.
Devan stood up straight and glared after her. “You’re seriously going to finger my fucking ass and leave me half hard, you’re such a fucking bitch!” he pouted and looked back at Carmine. “You better at least come through on wanting to fuck tonight.”
Carmine shrugged. “Let’s get to Randy’s and see, huh?”
“Hmm, I guess we could talk there. And take care of my fucking hard on in the fucking bathroom. Fuckin’ Wyck.” He paused and walked around the bar. “I gotta get my coat and bag at the front coat check. Not in the mood to freeze my nuts off tonight. Was fucking seventy degrees earlier, now down to like fifty. I hate running around with my junk loose in a skirt as it is, but with it as cool as it is tonight... Not like with my ass in this state I’d wanna wear a gaff or anything. Whatever, I guess if I flash anyone, they shouldn’t be looking so close,” he muttered. He took the hair tie out and pulled his hair back up into a ponytail again as he spoke. “You guys got a car?”
Carmine shook his head. “Nah, I took the bus over when I was done with errands for my ma this afternoon.”
“I came with Charles, but...” He looked around the bar and he saw they must have gone out already. “I think they went ahead already,” he stated. Varick guessed with the way he was focused on Devan and the other gal who was messing with him, they’d left without him noticing. It wasn’t like he couldn’t still get home. Maybe Clair was trying to set him up with Carmine and Devan. He frowned to himself as he and followed Devan and bet that was the case. She just wouldn’t give up. The strange thing was he didn’t mind it this time.
“No problem, come on, I got my car,” Devan told them, pausing to tug the skirt down in the back as they walked toward the front. “Ugh, these things are so tight. Fucking not made for someone with a fucking dick,” he mumbled, shifting. He glanced back as he opened the door to the coat check to grab his stuff. “It rubs if your dick isn’t tucked,” he explained to Varick with a sigh as he slipped into a long, black trench coat with a wide belt. He grabbed another coat, a black wool pea-coat, and handed it back to Carmine who slipped into it. Varick wasn’t sure what he expected, but with the style of clothes he was wearing, he didn’t expect a coat like that. “You have anything in here?” Devan asked.
“Nah, man, this is all I came with,” Varick shrugged as Devan led them out of the club into the back lot instead of where Charles had parked. He noted a sign reading “Employee Only” on the fence as they went around the building.
Devan’s car was a grayish blue four-door Camry, and Varick was glad it was somewhat roomier than Charles’s car. Varick slid into the back and Carmine settled into the front as Devan drove them a few blocks to an all-night diner, a Randy’s. To Varick’s amusement, the diner was one of the same chain Clair worked at. He smiled to himself and wondered how Clair felt about visiting the place. As they pulled in, he could see several cars emptying of people obviously from the club. Varick got out and followed Devan into the building to wait for seating. Devan slipped his coat off and laid it over his arm, but both Varick and Carmine left theirs on like most the others in the group. Varick realized Devan was going to stand out more because he removed his coat at the entrance, considering was covered down the back and inside of his thighs with red welts and marks. His leather mini-skirt didn’t cover a lot of them.
It seemed, though, the people who worked here were used to the people from the club coming over, because other than a few side glances from other patrons, no one really looked at them. The hostess led them past some occ
upied booths toward a table in the back where the rest of the club goers were being seated. Varick thought all these places looked exactly the same. The same booths with tables that were a bit too close to them, and the same hanging lights that hit him right at eye level. The color scheme was so dull, too. All the booths and chairs were dark maroon, and the carpets were a dank looking brown color. He never understood big chains and being so dull and boring looking. He guessed as an artist, color was the thing he noticed the most often. It would have been so easy to add a splash of blue here or some green there and give this place a whole new life.
As Devan walked past one of the booths a guy reached out and grabbed his wrist. Devan glared at him.
“Can I help you?” he asked, Carmine and Varick stopping behind him while the hostess continued forward, having not noticed her customers had stopped.
“The fuck you supposed to be? Faggot or something?” the man asked, his friends chuckling.
Devan smiled, eyes lighting up. “Well, if by that do I like having a cock up my ass or down my throat? Hmm? Because yeah, I do, why, you want me to service you? I’m sure I’ll give you a better blow job than you’ve ever had, honey,” he yanked his arm away and smiled. “Too bad I have standards, and you don’t fucking meet them.” He crossed his arms and quickly followed the hostess to the booth she was waiting for them at.
Varick smirked as they left the flabbergasted table behind them. Varick thought he was beginning to like this guy more and more. He had a vibrant and bold personality on the surface, but Varick had caught glimpses over the night of something underneath. There was a sense he was the type who put on a front when he was around others. He’d caught the slight increase in his respiration when he was confronted with the homophobic asshole, and the slight shake of his hands when he crossed his arms. He watched Devan as they got settled down into a booth, and noticed his hand trembled just slightly as he picked up the water glass in front of him. Carmine slid over beside Devan on one side, and Varick sat down on the edge. Devan sat down the water glass and jerked, gasping out loud as the hostess left them.
“Damn, can you wait?” he whimpered, eyes fluttering slightly. “Goddammit, I said you could fuck me but not in the middle of a restaurant,” he growled as the server came over. They ordered their drinks but Devan was obviously having a hard time keeping still. “Fuck, Carmine, get your hand off my dick,” he muttered.
Carmine smirked. “But why? You’re all hard and the skirt is sexy as hell. I bet I could finger fuck you right here and no one would ever know,” he returned as the waitress brought over their drinks.
Varick watched with interest because with the cramped quarters of the booth, his body was blocking people from seeing much even if they walked past the table. No one could tell Carmine was practically giving Devan a hand job unless they actually looked under the table. Varick was quite enjoying watching Devan’s reactions as he tried to order calmly with a straight face. Carmine, of course, had no such problems, and rattled off an order. Varick ended up just getting a stack of pancakes. Suddenly Carmine sat back, putting his arms out on the back of the booth and smirking. Devan coughed, growling at him.
“Fuck you, you’re going to regret this later...” he panted as he adjusted himself in his seat.
Carmine smirked, looking rather proud of himself. Devan finally appeared to have wrested his arousal to a somewhat less uncomfortable place and started to tell Varick a little bit about the world he was thinking about entering. As he explained things, top of the list being the fact he himself was a switch, and a bigender one at that, Varick realized Carmine was less educated than he thought. It seemed he’d been hanging around the edges of the D/s scene for a while, playing a bit here and there with subs, but nothing serious. Devan sighed with annoyance.
“You two are seriously going to give me a lot of work.” He looked at Carmine. “You’ve been trained wrong,” he complained. Carmine started to say something and Devan cut him off. “Ah, no, you have no real knowledge, just the way you fuckin’ use a flogger is evidence of that. You fuckin’ need real training if you want to be serious about this shit,” Devan commented as their food was delivered. Carmine looked dutifully chastised and picked up the hamburger he’d ordered. Devan dove into the appetizer sampler full of six different fried foods with abandon.
They ate for a while and once they were done, Devan continued with some basic instructions. “First, let’s talk about aftercare...” he began.
THE NEXT FEW DAYS, Carmine and Varick had met up several times to talk. Devan had asked Danica to let them use the playroom to work on some practice with another sub or two who Devan was friends with. Devan had fully slipped into Domme mode, and it worked well so she could work one on one with each of them. Varick had been somewhat reluctant to join in with the implementation on another sub besides Devan. He waited patiently for them to come back from a session where Devan was demonstrating flogging to Carmine.
Devan and Carmine came back and dropped down into the seats on either side of him and looked at him.
“You missed some fun, Devan is fucking beautiful when she’s wailing on some poor sub,” Carmine said as he reached over and grabbed the soda he’d left at the table. There was another sub coming by for Devan to work with Varick on.
Devan twirled her hair around her finger and grinned. “He was a pretty thing, the way he wriggled and whined when Carmine fucked him. That dick of his looks nice when it’s giving someone a rough fuckin’,” she winked. “Koi has been around as a pro-sub a lot, but he’s taking a rest for a bit then I can work him over with you, Leo-love.”
“Well, I’d like to fuck your pretty cunt with my dick...” Carmine leered at her.
“I don’t take a dick when I’m Doming. I’ll gladly fuck someone silly with my lady dick, but not taking one. You know that, Babe,” Devan commented as she smirked at him in return.
Devan glanced over where Varick was spinning the soda bottle in his hands. “What’s up?” A concerned frown lined her brow as she spoke.
“I just...I’ve been thinking how fucked up it is that even though we’re doing these things, I still keep thinking about the doctor...”
Devan shook her head at him. “Leo-love, you like him, so ask him out.”
“How can I do that? Isn’t it like cheating on you?” Varick couldn’t even look at her when he said it.
“Leo-love,” Devan sighed in exasperation. “You realize in the Lifestyle we’re in is often populated by polyam folks or those with open relationships in all sorts of different forms. We’re already polyam, since there’s three of us, but it is just one way of being.”
“Polyam?” Varick frowned and looked up at her.
“Yeah, polyamorous, being in a relationship with multiple people at one time. I mean, I really like both of you, and you guys seem to like me, but I’m not choosing one of you over the other. I want to have you both in my life. And if you want this doctor of yours in your life, go for it. Ask him out. Didn’t Carmine have the hots for him too?” Devan asked as she glanced between them.
Carmine smirked at Varick. “Yeah, I think I would definitely like having him play with us...”
“But isn’t it weird to want to do this with more than one person?” Varick sat very still with a deep frown across his brows.
“Leo-love, do you mind if Carmine were to kiss and hug and fuck him? If it made him happy?” Devan said with a pointed look.
“No, not if that’s what he wanted. I mean, Carmine wouldn’t hurt him, and I’d want both of them to be happy and feel good,” Varick nodded emphatically as he spoke. “Okay I see what you mean. I mean, I don’t know if this is a love thing or just a lust thing but I don’t know how to tell what which it is. I don’t normally feel like this, and I don’t know what to do with these feelings and urges. Sex has never been my thing.”
“Then we figure it out,” Devan commenting as she put a hand on Varick’s thigh. She slid it up slowly to find his arousal was speaking for his desires quite
well. “Well, looks like you have more than a passing fancy for the doctor, eh, Leo-love?”
Varick sighed and looked at her. “I’ll be fine.” He didn’t want to make her feel like she needed to help him with his own confused arousal if she wasn’t in the mood for it.
“Shush, now, I may not sub or take a dick when I’m a lady, but I’ll give you a fucking blow job that will explode your fucking mind,” she snarked and stood up.
Varick stood up as well and followed her as she headed toward a private room. Carmine hopped up and went after them. “Dev, you’re gonna suck me off too, right?” he asked as he caught up with them.
THE DAY WAS GROWING close to lunchtime, and Kieran was beginning to recognize the signs he needed to eat soon. He glanced at the clipboard and saw the last person on his rounds before lunch was Janet Edison. He should let her know he had confirmed tomorrow she could go home. He wondered if her friend Varick would be there. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and he became more sure this feeling was attraction. Mary, though, would not have approved of his attraction to him. For one thing, he believed she was against dating the same sex, something ridiculous with her religious system or something. For another, she had made disparaging comments about his appearance. He shook his head, knocking before opening the door to the room with Mary following him.
“Janet, good news, so far everything is looking good for you to be discharged tomorrow!” he exclaimed as he kept his eyes on the clipboard. He looked up and saw Varick and Clair were both there today.
Kieran’s eyes immediately landed on Varick and he thought again about how interesting he was as a person. He saw Mary beside him glaring at the colorful man, though. For one thing, it was quite unprofessional for her to be treating a patient’s visitor like this. She was always telling him how he should act better around family members and friends; he thought she should take her own advice.
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