Page 47 of Social Sinners

“No man, not at all. It’s beyond cool. You have no idea how badly he wanted to go there. He met with an advisor a few months back. He got his GED last year when he moved in with Randy’s family and actually received it with honors. The advisor had him applying for multiple grants, loans and any and all contests he came across to try and at least get his books and a class or two paid for, but he hasn’t heard anything back on any of them. And the deadline for enrollment is nearing. This, what you did was beyond. Seriously.” He got emotional, so I threw my arm around his shoulders.

“Think nothing of it. I know how much he means to you, and he’s a good kid who just needed a break from the shit-storm life has thrown at him. He goes to college, and I get a tax deduction. It’s a win-win in my book.” I tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but I knew in reality that not only was it to Jay but to Nathan as well. Randy’s family was great, but they couldn’t afford to pay for two kids to go to college, and Nathan technically wasn’t theirs. They’d already gone above and beyond by taking him in when they did. Besides, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he’s a permanent fixture at, Casa Masterson-Taylor.

Mom kissed the top of my head as she passed by the back of the couch. “Son, I was already proud of you, and now you’ve gone and done this. This far exceeds your musical talents. You have a good, kind soul. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Saturday night rolled around, and Mickey, River, and Benny showed up around eight thirty. Mickey was a nervous wreck. “Dude, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I assured him, trying to get him to relax.

“What if I’m not comfortable with seeing you naked?”

“You’ve seen me naked almost as much as Easton has,” I told him.

“True, but I’ve never seen you fuck anyone,” he paled at that statement.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything. If it reaches that point, I’ll let you know and give you ample time to leave the room if you so choose. If you stay, you stay. If you leave, I promise I won’t be offended. But will you make Benny and River leave too, even if they don’t want to?”

“That’s a great question. I don’t really know. How does Easton feel about us watching you guys?”

“That my good man is one of his favorite kinksandone of mine too.” He seemed uncertain with that statement as we moved on to meet the others in the living room. This would give him some time to decide before things went any further.

Mom headed off to bed shortly after nine. And with Mickey’s consent, the five of us went downstairs. When we reached the entrance to the dungeon, I stopped, “Once we cross this threshold, we enter a different realm, so to speak. Easton will not talk unless I allow him to, and when he does, he will refer to me as Master. What happens in this room stays in this room. Is that understood?” Mickey stared blankly at me, Benny and River nodded. “I need the three of you to verbally agree, or you’ll be forced to sign a disclosure agreement.”

“We understand,” the three of them said in unison.

“Good. As soon as we enter, Easton becomes my sub. He will shed his clothing and head over to the St. Andrews Cross, face to the wall and await further instructions. Easton and I have already established our safe words and boundaries. His safe word is “politics,” which means when he says that word I stop. No ifs, and or buts. No means no. Before the three of you play, you need to establish the same boundaries.” I instructed them.

“We have,” Mickey surprised me by speaking up. “Benny’s safe word is playdoh, don’t ask me why. River’s is banana and mine is orange. We kept it simple after the playdoh announcement. I guess there was some preschool incident that stuck with him.”

“Well, all right then,” I opened the door, “Welcome.”

Easton immediately began undressing, hanging his clothes on one of the hooks on the wall behind the door. Once he was fully naked, he shamelessly walked over to the cross and stood in front of it facing the wall. “First and foremost is aftercare. As a Dom, you need to fully understand the state of mind for which your partner is in. Know their boundaries, know their needs, and after all, have been met, aftercare comes into light. Never ever let your partner leave without this important step taking place. When Easton and I are done playing, we lay on the couch, holding one another while we each consume at least one bottle of water and our bodies replenish and relax. Many times we’ve actually drifted off to sleep there, but I don’t recommend doing that in a club environment.”

I walked over to where Easton stood and whispered in his ear, “Are you ready my pet?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied.

“I love you.” I always told him this before we entered into play.

“I love you too, Master.”

After securing his wrists and ankles, I retrieved three items from the chest. A butt plug, cock ring, and lube. The eyes of our three guests clocked my every move. Generously lubing the plug, I teased his entrance with the tip, drawing his already half hard cock to life. Pushing it halfway in a couple of times, the muscle ring relaxed, allowing me to slide it in all the way. “Good boy,” I told him while slipping the cock ring on. Normally I would pride myself on making him come multiple times, but for tonight once would be more than enough for the newbies to witness. More than likely Mickey and the twins were only looking for some playtime, not a lifestyle change so I wasn’t going to get too deep into the semantics of the BDSM lifestyle. I’d keep things simple for this evenings session.

Turning, I made eye contact with the three of them before glancing down at their crotches. The anticipation of what was coming already had their cocks stiffening. “Feel free to take care of yourselves or each other if you wish. This is a judgment-free zone, and to be honest, the happy ending is what we’re all here for in one way or another.”

“Are you ready, my pet?” I asked Easton.

“Yes, Master.”

I picked his favorite flogger from the display, the one with purple and black leather and suede falls. “Some flog or spank their subs for rule breaking, for us, it’s quite the opposite. Easton is a bit of a painslut, so we use it as foreplay, isn’t that right, my pet?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied as the first strike connected with his pale flesh, following it up with a second on the opposite cheek and he whimpered. That sound was an erogenous connection, making my cock twitched behind the zipper.

“Would you like another, my pet?” I asked him.

“Please Master, may I have another?”

“Yes, my pet, you may.” I struck him four more times in rapid succession across each cheek. The pinkened hues drew my cock to full mast. With every strike, I knew the tip of the plug was grazing his prostate as he clinched his ass with each connection. When I glanced around to his front, a glistening bead had made its way to the surface which I removed with the tip of my finger, licking it clean. I turned to our guests as Benny unzipped his pants and began stroking himself.

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