Page 22 of Dark Seduction

Julian never touched me when it came to sex, and I couldn’t understand why until later. He was grooming me to be his slave, and maybe I’d been saved from him because I didn’t understand. Maybe my mind didn’t accept the slave/Master dynamic, which brought on the beatings and floggings which had been what he enjoyed, and I soon came to enjoy the pain and pleasure of it too. After that, he’d let me top the young men as well as the older men, and he’d watch as I’d tie men to benches and beds, and fuck them and whip their asses before and afterwards throughout the night.

I thought it strange he never would penetrate my ass, but he’d suck my cock after he’d flogged my ass cheeks and put clamps on my balls until they were raw, and then he’d have me lie on my stomach, and rub something soothing between my ass, then later he’d insert his finger inside, twisting it around, and bringing me to orgasm when he’d worked my prostate long enough. He’d sit back and relax then with his finger in my hole, and he would instruct me not to touch my cock to jerk it. He wanted his paying customers and students to see him bring me to orgasm from that act as I dripped, dripped until it gushed out, and I had been spent and tired.

I thought that was what love was until I ran away from him, and began a new life, then later I met Cole. By being away from Julian and having the time to think and come into my own, I knew the meaning of love and desire and passion for another man besides Julian Page.

I blinked when I heard another voice that wasn’t Cole’s. “Where to, Mr. James,” Cole’s driver asked once we stepped inside the car. I gave him the address. Now the sun had risen, and it was after 7 a.m., and we’d been up most of the night. The sun with its cleansing effect, cast a worrying glow on the dirt in the streets, the people left over from partying too much and not sleeping, to the building where we were headed, where a purging sunlight wouldn’t reach.

“Do you think Charles is at that club?” Cole said, turning to me with innocent thoughts and eyes. I leaned and held his hand, and gave him a soft protective hug and kiss.

“If he’s an addict, not for drugs, I hope not, but for another sexual fix, he’ll be there I’m afraid.” On the ride to the building where I’d spent many mornings there, Charles probably slept it off and was now raring to go again. I was fearful to tell this to Cole. “I can bet Julian sent his driver to bring Charlie there. He’s a partner in this underground club that I knew so well.”

“Did he set you up in Pluck the Cherry?” Now Cole wanted to know what I didn’t want him to know. However, this was one part of my life that wasn’t a secret to those who knew me well. All except Cole.

“No, because when I woke up or grew up, I didn’t want to have anything to do with Julian. He thought he was doing me a favor by introducing me to this lifestyle. The only person he did a favor to was himself. He thought I would take his money, and he’d own me in one fashion or the other for life. My mother had died and left me something to get started with, and I took it and opened a club with two friends when I discovered I wasn’t college material.” Cole glanced at me as if he thought everyone wanted to work as hard at learning. I did work hard at learning, but I learned the wrong things in my formative years, and had no stomach for doing what I didn’t enjoy.

“Where are your partners now? Were you sexually involved with them?” The last question caught me off guard, but I was able to answer it without lying.

“No, I was never involved with any of them. I was waiting for you to come into my life. They’re probably in Europe spending and throwing away the money we made together.

“I wouldn’t throw mine away because the money came from my mother, and she’d sacrificed a lot for me, therefore, I couldn’t seenotinvesting it in myself. That was what she would have wanted for me, to have a business that would bring in an income that would keep me going and give me something to fall back on. It’s a good thing I didn’t throw my money away, because Covid hit and my partners had taken off for Italy, and the beaches in Spain. You know how that turned out. I haven’t heard from them since—”

“We’re here, Mr. James,” the driver said, and looked into the mirror at us.

“Wait for me,” Cole said to his driver, attempting to open the door to accompany me.

“Whatever you want, Cole. Mr. Max said that I should do whatever you ask of me.” That was good to know, because things could get dicey. This wasn’t the same type of upper-scale establishment as the one Julian controlled. He had several partners running the different places all with their different moods and level of risks. It all depended on who was here early in the morning.

On this day of the week, the yellow cab crowd who asked the cabbie for a suggestion on places to go when they were looking for action and young men, be it women or men who made those requests, the cabbies would steer them to a particular address. “How do you know a place like this?” Cole asked, his brow furrowed. A question I wasn’t ready to answer just yet.

“I’ll tell you as soon as I find Charlie.” I glanced at Cole. “Don’t ask any more questions now, and don’t get out of the car. It’s necessary that I go in here alone.” He narrowed his eyes, and a glum look covered his face along with the furrowed brows, then he glared at me. “I know you’re a man and I’m not trying to treat you like a boy, but I don’t want you to see what I was when I was your age. There are things you never want to do or become. If your friend—”

“Charles is a client. I just met him, Daniel. I can handle it,” he pleaded, but I wasn’t convinced, and I didn’t want him to look at me differently.

Or not at all.

“It doesn’t matter,” I raised my voice. I never wanted to speak to Cole harshly. Perhaps he didn’t understand. Why would he? He hadn’t been hardened by what he might see in this club.

“I don’t want you to see the inside of this place. I don’t want you in there... Just do this for me for once, and if he’s in one of those rooms, I’ll bring him out, and we can take him to our apartment because he will need care. He will need a lot of care,” I emphasized.

I suspected Julian knew all along where Charlie had been, and perhaps he’d instructed someone to take Charles there and soften him up before he arrived. It was a place where you would break young men, and mold them into what you wanted.

I stepped out into the sunlight, and looked down to hide my face not just from the sun, but from the thoughts that would take me back to when I was just nineteen, and searching for something and someone who would change my boring existence, and in search for others like me.

I hadn’t felt the effects of the darkness that I’d been ashamed of and feared, until I rang the bell, inserted my key...and why did I keep that key for all those years,I asked myself. I trod inside, one hand in my pants pocket, and the other fingering the key and my card.

The gated door into the inside of the brownstone clanged behind me, and I stood as a flush of memories overtook me. There were stairs leading up to the rooms where Julian instructed me to fuck willing holes. Those rooms were dark and the smell of musk and cum still lingered in my nostrils. Even if I couldn’t smell them because the place had been painted and the furniture and carpet were fresh and new, my mind signaled to me that the smell was the same. I glanced at the stairs leading down into the basement, and when I stood alone in the foyer, my heart thumped loudly in my chest as if it was me down there for the first time.

In the basement was where I expected to find Charlie if he was here.

Because I didn’t know what room they held him in, I had to wait for someone, and it wasn’t long before I saw the day manager totter over to me drinking what looked like Scotch, no ice.

“Can I help you.” Good, he didn’t recognize me, but I recognized him. He wasn’t a stickler to protocol as some were. He was more interested in a drink than what was going on in the rooms atop the stairs and below.

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