Chapter Twenty-One
Torin
Torin’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. The room was quiet, the soft hum of the ceiling fan the only sound breaking the silence. Garett was beside him, relaxed as always, one arm draped over the back of him. Torin had been thinking about this all day, turning it over in his mind, trying to find the right words. He didn’t want to seem nervous, but the truth was, he was. Not because he was afraid of Garett—never that—but because he wanted to get this right. He wanted to show Garett that he was serious, and he was willing to learn, to explore, and to meet him where he was.
“Garett,” Torin began, his voice steady. “Can I ask you something?”
Garett turned his head, his sharp eyes focusing on Torin. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”
Torin took a deep breath, his gaze dropping to his hands for a moment, before he looked back up. “I was thinking…about the BDSM club. I don’t really know much about it, but…I want to. I want to understand. And I want to know what it’s like for you. What it means to you.”
Garett’s expression softened, and he shifted slightly, turning more toward Torin. “You don’t have to push yourself, Torin. This isn’t something you need to do for me.”
“I know,” Torin said. “I’m not doing it just for you. I’m doing it for me too. I want to learn. I want to…I don’t know, be part of that side of you. If you’ll let me.”
Garett studied him for a moment, his gaze searching. Then he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Alright. What do you want to know?”
Torin hesitated, then asked, “What’s it like? At the club, I mean. You said you’ve been in private rooms before. What happens there?”
Garett leaned back, his arm still resting behind Torin. “It depends,” he said, his tone calm and measured. “Every scene is different. It’s about trust, communication, and mutual respect. The Dom—that’s me, in this case—takes control, but only because the sub, that’d be you, has given that control willingly. It’s not about power for the sake of power. It’s about creating a space where both people can explore their desires, their boundaries, and their limits.”
Torin listened intently, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed Garett’s words. “So…it’s not just about…I don’t know, pain or whatever?”
Garett chuckled softly. “No, it’s not just about pain. That can be part of it, sure, but it’s not the point. It’s about connection. About giving and receiving. It’s about exploring what feels good, what feels right, and sometimes, what pushes you out of your comfort zone. But only if that’s something you want.”
Torin nodded slowly, his fingers still picking at his sleeve. “And…you like being a Dom? I mean, I know people want you, but…what do you get out of it?”
Garett’s smile widened, and he reached out, gently stilling Torin’s fidgeting hand with his own. “I like the trust. The intimacy. Knowing that someone is willing to give themselves over to me, to let me guide them, to let me take care of them in a way that’s different from anything else. It’s…powerful, but not in a way that’s selfish. It’s about responsibility. About making sure the person I’m with feels safe, seen, and respected.”
Torin looked down at their hands, his chest tightening with a mix of emotions. He wanted that. He wanted to be the person Garett could trust, the person who could meet him in that space. But he also knew he had a lot to learn.
“I want to try,” Torin said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “With you. I don’t know what I’m doing, but…I trust you. And I want to learn.”
Garett’s thumb brushed over Torin’s knuckles, his touch warm and reassuring. “You don’t have to know what you’re doing. That’s what I’m here for. We’ll take it slow. We’ll talk about what you’re comfortable with, what you’re curious about, and what’s off-limits. And if at any point you want to stop, we stop. No questions, no judgment.”
Torin nodded, his throat tight. “Okay. But…can we start small? Like, just…talk about what a scene might look like? So I can get my head around it?”
“Of course,” Garett said, his tone gentle. “A scene can be anything you want it to be. It could be as simple as me giving you orders—things you already know how to do, like kneeling or following specific instructions. Or it could be more physical, like impact play or bondage. But it’s always negotiated beforehand. We’d talk about what you’re okay with, what you’re curious about, and what you’re not ready for. And during the scene, we’d have a safeword. Something you can say if you need to stop.”
Torin’s eyes widened slightly. “A safeword?”
“Yeah,” Garett said with a nod. “It’s a word or phrase that means ‘stop.’ It’s non-negotiable. If you say it, everything stops immediately. No questions asked.”
Torin felt a small wave of relief at that. The idea of having a way out, a way to communicate if things got too intense, made him feel more secure. “Okay. That…that makes sense.”
Garett squeezed his hand. “This is all about you, Torin. Your comfort, your boundaries, your desires. I’m not here to push you into anything. I’m here to guide you, to help you explore if that’s what you want. But only if you’re ready.”
Torin looked at him, his chest swelling with a mix of emotions—nervousness, curiosity, but also a deep sense of trust. “I’m ready,” he whispered. “I mean, I’m nervous, but…I trust you, Garett. And I want to do this. With you.”
“Then we’ll take it one step at a time. No rush. No pressure. Just you and me, figuring it out together.”
Torin leaned into the touch, his heart pounding, but his mind clearer than it had been all day. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew one thing for certain: with Garett by his side, he wasn’t afraid to find out.
“Let’s do a pre practice now, okay?” Garett asked.
“Yes. I’m nervous, but yes. I feel safe in your bed.”
“Speaking of my bed, we have to move that mattress back tomorrow. You belong in my bed. Do you agree?”
“I wanted to be in your bed the first night.”
“I know you did, but I couldn’t just let you sleep with me without an understanding.”
“I’ve never had a guy who made me wait like you.”
“I’m not your everyday kind of guy.”
“You’re a Dom. Never had that kind before.”
“Ready to practice?”
“Yes.”
“When I ask you a question, you answer with yes, Sir or no, Sir, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy!” Garett leaned down and softly kissed the top of his head, the touch warm and comforting. “What’s the first thing I need to know?”
“My safeword, Sir.”
Garett nodded. “What is your safeword?”
“Ice, Sir.”
“What happens when you say it?”
“You stop whatever you’re doing to me.”
“Sometimes you might want to talk, then use another word.”
“Rain, Sir.”
“We’re going to practice some demands. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Strip down for me, then get on your knees in the middle of the floor. Make sure you lower your gaze and place your hands on your head.” Garett showed him how to place his hands.
“Yes, Sir.”
Torin slithered out of his jeans and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He folded them and placed them on the bench at the foot of the bed.
Torin rushed to kneel in the middle of the floor. The wooden floor was cold against his knees as soon as he dropped to the ground. He lowered his head and stared at the floor, then he clasped his hands on his head.
“Perfect! The purpose of this position will mainly be for you to listen to my orders. Basically, this position gives me reign over your body. Are you okay with this?”
“Yes, Sir.” Torin wondered why he got turned on following all these orders from Garett. He would not want just anyone barking orders, but with Garett, it meant everything. He was correct with his thoughts he didn’t know what he liked but he was willing to try new things with him. He would prove he could meet Garett’s needs.
“Look up at me.” Garett stood fully dressed in front of him.
Torin smiled at him.
“Unzip my jeans and give me the best blowjob.”
Torin slowly unzipped Garett’s jeans, his cock sprung straight up with no prompting. It was the most beautiful cock he had ever seen. Torin swirled his tongue around Garett’s plump head and used his jaw muscles, sucking for the cum out of him. Torin’s hands massaged the heavy scrotum. Garett was perfect in so many ways.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it…Oh, fuck, yeah.”
With a slow tilt of his head, Torin kept his gaze locked on Garett, never breaking eye contact.
He loved listening to Garett’s panting and groaning, as he continued pushing his crotch into Torin’s warm and skillful mouth again. Garett’s plump cock thickened and leaked salty precum in his mouth.
“Ah, fuck, fucking fuck…” he said, advancing his hips upwards. “Boy, I’m going to…ah, fuck your…” Garett pulled out of Torin’s mouth.
Torin savored every lick of his cock, feeling his mouth emptied.
“Bed!” Garett ordered.
Torin stood with some help from Garett. “On all fours!”
He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself on hands and knees.
“Would you like me to blindfold you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Garett opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bright red bandana. He tied it over Torin’s eyes. “Can you see?”
“No, Sir.”
“Remember to use your safeword if you want me to stop anything.” Torin heard Garett remove his clothes, and grab something from the nightstand. He heard him roll a condom on, then some lube. He crawled onto the bed behind Torin.
He generously lubed Torin’s crease inside and outside, then stretched his finger inside his sweet hole. Torin was beside himself while Garett’s fingers lingered inside toying with Torin’s prostate, adding more digits for the final stretch. Torin wanted to cry with the need to come.
“Ah…yes…keep doing it, Sir,” Torin moaned.
Garett abruptly stopped his finger action and his cockhead poked into Torin’s hole, pushing in and out, until he broke through the tight muscles. He pounded him hard, heavy balls banging against him, swinging them forward and back each time.
Garett groaned, “Fuck. My beautiful Torin, love your tight little ass.”
Torin’s ass moved with his movements, then Garett grasped his cock, stroking it with his lubed fingers. Without warning, Torin squeezed his ass cheeks, and squirt after squirt he flooded Garett’s hand with his warm cum. On his last squirt, the man released the cum from inside his balls into his condom. The sweat dripped between them as they clung together.
Garett removed the bandana. “You were a perfect sub.”