Page 34 of Social Sinners

“I’ll warn you right now little bro, knock before entering any room and I don’t wear clothes when I’m home,” I said with a wink.

His face paled. “Dude, that is so not cool,” he shook his head, stalking off down the hall while I mentally patted myself on the back.Diamond one, little bro nada.I was gonna have so much fun fucking with him.

“All right,” I slapped my hands together, “let’s see the studio.”

Everyone but the parental units, excluding Brett, headed downstairs. We walked past a bank of windows, and when we reached the door, he grabbed the handle, “Welcome to your state-of-the-art studio,” opening the door for Easton, my band brothers and I to enter first.

“Whew,” I whistled, “it’s so shiny.” The consoles had more buttons than I’d ever seen. With me having the attention span of a two-year-old, there was no way I’d ever learn what every one of them did. “Stoli, I hope you’re getting all this down, bro.”

“Damn Brett, this is crazy busy. Maybe next time Dave can come here for us to record,” Stoli offered.

Remembering the lost time with Easton during our most recent recording session. I swallowed hard to get rid of the lump that had formed in my throat, “I think that’s a great idea.”

Behind the interior glass wall sat the money maker, my baby, “Dude, how’d you get it here?” I asked Brett.

“I had a little help from your bandmates,” he told me. When I turned around, Joey, Stoli, and Mickey were smiling at me. They never ceased to amaze me. We may get pissy with one another from time to time, but our bond never faltered.

The open area outside of the studio was set up for a dual purpose. Half exercise, half game room complete with a nine-foot regulation size pool table, my beloved KISS pinball machine I had at Mickey’s house,The Fast and the FuriousSuper Bikes four player system, arcade sized Frogger and a ten by twenty-foot screen to play our Xbox games on, were all on display. On the last wall was the kitchenette with a full-sized refrigerator and a few other goodies to take care of our snacking needs when we were hanging out down under. In the corner was a full restroom and at the end of the hall was another door. I knew what treasures lurked behind it and couldn’t wait to see it completely done up. We’d left that up to the specialist Debra had hired to set it up for us.

“What’s this room?” Jay asked, opening the door and going inside before anyone could stop him.

“Oh shit,” Brett said, reaching for his arm without success.

“Dude, what the everloving fuck?” Jay blurted out, clearly stunned by what he’d walked into. Sure enough, his words drew everyone else into the room. Easton and I were the last to enter our very own BDSM dungeon. “I’m disturbed on multiple levels,” Jay said as he fled the room.

Easton silently strolled in past everyone, garnering the attention of the eyes in the room as he explored it, running his fingers through the colorful strands of the floggers on display. He seemed to be in a world of his own as he perused the various toys that had been hand selected for our pleasure. The bed in the corner was suspended mid-air by chains bolted to the rafters of the exposed ceiling. Beside it sat a chest which I knew held a plethora of toys. A bondage chair was placed in front of the bracket on the wall holding the crops and paddles. In the center of the room hung a sex swing with additional eye bolts and carabiners surrounding it. We’d been talking about attending the Shibari seminar at the Center for Sex Positive Culture in Seattle, so we asked to have the extras installed. To the left was the one item I’d personally requested for the room. A St. Andrew’s Cross. I’d wanted one for as long as I could remember.

Just inside the door was a decompression area where two black leather couches faced one another, and a mini fridge served as a makeshift end table. The Dom’s I trained with couldn’t reiterate enough the importance of aftercare. This lifestyle was an emotional one for all involved. It was up to the Dom to ensure their sub was well cared for and that they left the play area in the best state of mind they could possibly be in. The object of this lifestyle was to use it as an outlet to relieve yourself of the stress’s life brought. It would be here that I’d take care of Eastonmind, body, and soul before we entered back into the world outside these four walls and back into our hectic lives. This was his therapy and at times, mine too.

“Y'all are some kinky fuckers,” Mickey said, breaking the silence.

“Seems we’re not the only ones.” I nodded in Benny’s direction. “Your boy over there is lit up like a Christmas tree. Looks like you’ve got some new things to talk about and maybe even explore.”

I didn’t dare open the trunk in front of them. Those treats were for mine and Easton’s eyes only, but I couldn’t help where my mind was currently wandering nor could I fight the erection those thoughts were causing.

“Brett,” Stoli said, gesturing around the room, “Dude?”

“Hey, they’re the client, and I do what the client wants. Besides, I’m no cock block. To each their own.”

The room burst into laughter, but Easton and Benny were lost to the crowd as they explored the toys. I just hoped Mickey and River would be open to whatever Benny was about to ask for.Oh, to be a fly on the wall for that conversation…

When I walked up behind Easton, he broke into full body shivers from my mere presence in his ideal setting. “I take it this is to your liking, my love?” I whispered into his ear. I’d hoped this side of him hadn’t shut down while he was in rehab. If it had, well I guess we could make this area into his office but based upon his reaction, I knew this room wouldn’t be going unused.

“God, yes,” he ground out as I trailed the fingertips of one hand along the bulge of his pants.

“Good, let’s get rid of our guests. There are so many things I want to do to you, none of which I think you want them to see?” I cocked a brow, wondering…

“Hmm,” he mumbled, leaving that thought open-ended. Would I be able to perform in front of my brothers? Well, maybe not my blood brother but my band brothers and their partners? Probably, I’d never been one to underachieve, and I did enjoy putting on a great performance, both on and off-stage.

I was thankful when we got back upstairs that not only was our kitchen a stainless-steel mecca, fully equipped with a six burner stove installed in the massive island that divided the kitchen from the living room, but that our uninvited houseguests hadn’t shown up empty-handed. In fact, they’d brought a full-blown banquet with them.

“Right on,” I said, grabbing a chicken leg and going Neanderthal on it. “I’m fucking starving.”

“Diamond!” Stoli’s mom Mary scolded, smacking me in the back of the head.

“Sorry, Mary,” I mumbled through a mouth full of food, reduced to a scolded two-year-old. She handed me a napkin, shook her head, and walked away. My respect for Mary, hell for all the band parents ran deep, they truly were our number one fans and took no shit from us. They’re love kept us grounded, and from turning into rock and roll divas.

Easton handed me a plate. “Maybe save the caveman antics for later?” he teased, and I growled.

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