Authors note: This story is a work of fiction and should not be used as a guide to the lifestyle or techniques of the BDSM world.
This story will have five parts. I will try to update once a week. This chapter is just a bit of smutty backstory.
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I walked around him, inspecting his form as my cock grew harder by the second, his beauty and submission almost too much for me to handle. His head was bowed so I couldn't see his face but I heard his breathing accelerate as I ghosted my fingers down his bare back. Nude, he kneeled before me, his hands laced behind his head and his ass resting on his heels, completely vulnerable and at my mercy.
I had wanted him like this for so long.
I had first seen Evan at a play party, strapped tight to a custom made whipping bench as Master Jace paddled him. Before him, no one at the party had really caught my eye but as I watched his pale flesh turn a beautiful rose color, I was utterly enamored. Not to mention painfully hard.
There wasn't a single person in the room that could rival his beauty. Firm and lithe, his tall build was sculpted with lean muscle, not overly built but built just enough for his muscles to strain against his bonds, rolling and tensing every time his Master took the paddle to his beautiful ass. His hair was an odd color, brown or copper, maybe a mixture of both and it was completely untamed, sticking up in every direction but somehow, it was perfect. Wearing a thick, black collar, the harsh color contrasted amazingly well with his alabaster skin and, for the first time in my life, I felt a twinge of jealousy that it wasn't my collar around his long neck.
I wanted him. Badly.
After thoroughly paddling him, Master Jace had Evan get on his knees and bring him to orgasm which, not surprisingly, took a short amount of time. It had been easy to see that Evan was a wonderful sub, very attentive and responsive, not an ounce of hesitation or defiance.
Later that night, I had talked with Master Jace as we lounged on the black leather sofas that were placed next to the side stage. The club was standard, I suppose, a bit stereotypical in my opinion. Deep burgundy paint covered the walls and ceiling and the floor was black tile, black leather couches were sporadically placed with small tables next to each that had bowls of condoms and trial size packets of lube. In front of each couch were low rise bondage tables, equipped with wrist and ankle cuffs as well as D rings lining each side. Overall, it was dimly lit, candles in each corner and hanging from the ceiling in typical medieval fashion providing the only light, with the exception of the bright spot lights that were directed at the stages.
The only thing that made the club even remotely enjoyable that night was the man in front of me.
Sitting at Jace's feet was Evan, his head on his Jace's thigh while the leather leash from his collar was still wrapped around his Master's wrist. Since he was no longer performing, I could admire his beauty easier. The way his soft locks fell onto his forehead, the high set of his cheek bones, his chiseled jaw, how his full lips pouted when he turned his head every so often to kiss his Master's jean covered thigh, the sparkling deep green of his eyes. And his cock.
Oh, his cock was a thing of beauty. Made to be worshipped and tortured in every way and I wanted to be the one to do. I wanted to show him what true pleasure was.
He was absolutely stunning.
Jace had told me that his wife, Addison, was pregnant with their first child and that they were planning on taking a break from the lifestyle to focus on parenting. Evan was Jace's 24/7 sub and they were looking into finding him a new Master in their absence. Of course, I was quick to show my interest in taking him on. I had told Jace that I was currently without a sub and that I would be more than happy to setup an arrangement with Evan.
I tried to keep my excitement hidden, not wanting to appear overly eager but just the mere thought of having in my playroom, bound and waiting for me to do whatever I wished with him...I was practically squirming in my seat.
Jace looked me over carefully for a long moment before speaking.
"In my lap, Evan," his Master had commanded with a tug of the leash and Evan immediately obeyed, crawling into Jace's lap, his body turned sideways and keeping his head down.
Jace's hand came up to run through Evan's hair as he whispered in his ear, Evan's eyes rising to mine for a fraction of a second before a deep blush spread from his cheeks to his chest. I couldn't make out what Jace had been saying to him but I was sure it involved my interest in taking him on as a sub. As I openly drank in his perfect form, I saw his cock twitch and I wanted nothing more than to know what Jace had said at that moment that had caused his body to react that way.
Jace noticed it as well and I saw a wicked grin grace his features before his other hand reached for Evan's cock, stroking it loosely as Evan's eyes closed and his pouty lips parted, inclining his head further toward Jace's lips as he continued to whisper in Evan's ear. Jace's grip tightened on Evan and his lips moved from his ear to his neck, kissing it for a moment before sinking his teeth into Evan's flesh, a throaty moan leaving Evan's parted lips from the sensation. Evan nodded his head as his hips began to rock to meet Jace's hand, and I read Jace's lips as he whispered, "Good boy."
My cock was ready to burst and when I saw Jace run his thumb over the slit in Evan's beautiful cock, gathering up some of the leaking precum before bringing it to Evan's mouth, his pink tongue immediately lapping at his own juices like the obedient little slave he was...
I almost came untouched.
"Back in your position, pet." Jace said just as he looked back at me and I was sure my arousal was written all over my face, not to mention the bulge in my jeans.
Before Evan reached the floor, I watched a slow smile spread over Jace's face before he stopped him with a sharp pull at his leash. "On second thought, slave, I'm in the mood for a show."
Evan visibly shivered.
On his knees in between Jace's spread legs, Evan kept his head down but I could almost feel the excitement rolling off of him in waves. If I'm being completely honest, I had been pretty excited for the show myself. Leaning forward, Jace threaded his fingers through Evan's hair, pulling his head back so he could see his face. "Hmmm...I'll let you choose tonight. Caleb or Parker?"
Evan whimpered. "Parker, please. If it pleases you, Master."
I wanted to hear him call me Master.
His voice was so smooth, hypnotizing almost and I wanted to hear that voice in a different tone as he screamed through his gag while I fucked him hard from behind.
