Chapter Seven
“Palms against the back of your head, fingers interlaced.”
Franco’s command sent a shiver down Rico’s back. After he assumed the position, Franco took his place behind Rico, hiding all his delectable charms from the mirrored view. Wrapping his arms around Rico, Franco pinched both nipples until Rico squirmed. Never breaking eye contact with his Dom in the mirror, Rico brushed his ass against Franco’s bulge and his shoulder blades against Franco’s hairy chest.
Franco’s left hand stroked down Rico’s nearly bare torso until he took the cage in hand and pulled it upward. This thing—a solid metal sheath with an opening for peeing that was wider—wasn’t like the ones Rico had seen in porn videos. It resembled an open mouth with jagged, sharp teeth top and bottom making Rico nervous about whether they were decorative or if they would inflict some serious damage if he became erect.
“In order to see the full effect of cock and ball torture, it helps to stimulate the poor bastard—I mean, lucky sub—stuck in the cage.” Franco’s diabolical grin sent a shiver of dread through Rico’s body. What did he have in mind?
His hand steered clear of the cage, though, and moved lower to cup his balls. Rico closed his eyes, reveling in Franco’s touch. He leaned his head back against Franco’s shoulder until his Dom stepped back and came around to kneel in front of him. Locking gazes again despite their differences in height, Franco took the contraption in hand, leaned in, and flicked his tongue, licking the precum from Rico’s leaking cock.
Fuck!
The look of adoration in Franco’s eyes turned Rico on as much as what the tip of his tongue did to him. Rico began to grow hard. And all too soon, the confines of the cage put an end to this momentary pleasure. The more engorged his cock became, the more confining and uncomfortable his prison was.
Worst of all, Franco could do nothing more than flick his tongue against the head of Rico’s cock, which wasn’t nearly the amount of contact Rico wanted to have.
If he safeworded out, would that put an end to the entire evening? Rico inhaled sharply and forced the air out though his mouth just as rapidly. “Sir, I’m not sure this is something I like.”
“What color are you?”
“Definitely yellow this time.” He waited to see what Franco would do or say.
Once he addressed the lack of a Sir in that response, Franco sat back on his heels, never breaking eye contact. “Let’s talk this through.”
So using a safeword wouldn’t put an end to the evening’s fun. At least not yellow, anyway.”
“Not everything about BDSM is intended to be enjoyable,” Franco stood as he continued. “Your Dom might choose CBT as a means of disciplining you.”
“What a crappy thing to do to another guy.”
Franco scowled at him. “If you continue to forget how to address me, you might be trying this cage for a longer period of time than the demonstration I originally planned.”
“Sorry, Sir. I’m trying to remember everything, but there’s so much happening all at once. My brain’s on overload, Sir.”
Franco chuckled in a sinister way that made Rico worry what might happen next.
“Other Doms or Dommes you play with might not be as forgiving. And don’t knock CBT unless you’ve tried it.”
“I am trying it. And so far, I’m knocking it. Sir!” Almost forgot again.
“This has only been a small taste of what they can be used for, boi. You have no clue what it’s like to be forced to wear one for days, a week, or even longer.”
Was he serious? How could someone function with one of these things on for a prolonged period of time? “Sounds humiliating.”
“That’s its primary function.”
“I didn’t put humiliation on my list.”
“No, but you did put CBT on there.” Franco gave the cage a sharp tap underneath, and Rico winced. “But I’m not into humiliation myself and tried not to make you feel other emotions tonight when we tried it, because you did ask about CBT. I wanted you to experience it if you hadn’t already.”
“I assure you, that was a first for me. Have you tried wearing one, Sir?”
Franco nodded. “I wouldn’t do anything to you that I haven’t had done to me.” He grinned. “Just be thankful you’re having it done by me and not Mistress Grant.”
Rico shuddered. “That woman scares the shit out of me, Sir.”
“As she should. Between you and me, I wouldn’t recommend training or playing with her if you value your junk.”
“I am kind of attached to them, Sir.” Rico adjusted his arms, fearing the circulation was no longer reaching his hands.
Franco came around behind him and slowly lowered Rico’s hands to his sides before massaging his shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me your arms hurt? I’ve been waiting to see if you’d say anything, because that’s a difficult position to hold for very long.”
“Nothing’s numb yet. I figured I just needed to move a little.” To be honest, the only thing tingling was Rico’s most sensitive hole, which was pressed against Franco’s cock. If only Franco’s member was free of his leathers at the moment.
Franco maneuvered Rico’s arms and hands to his lower back. “Let’s try this. You’ll hold onto your opposite elbows in this box position.”
Rico felt relief immediately. “Much better. Thank you, Sir.” Having Franco anticipate his needs left Rico feeling cherished.
Coming around from behind him, Franco resumed his place in front of Rico, growing serious as his gaze moved to Rico’s lips. Rico pursed them suggestively in an open invitation.
Franco met his gaze again, almost reluctantly.
“You can kiss me if you want to, Sir,” Rico whispered.
“Don’t top me from the bottom, boi.”
“Wouldn’t that be anatomically impossible, Sir?”
Franco threw his head back as he laughed long and hard, effectively breaking the spell. Too bad. When he’d finished, Franco asked, “Didn’t your instructor mention you should never tell your Dominant what to do?”
Rico tried to remember his orientation session, then opened his eyes wider as realization dawned. “That’s what topping from the bottom means!”
“Indeed. So stop doing it, boi, or suffer the consequences.”
“Yes, Sir.”
All Rico cared about at the moment was having Franco’s lips and body pressed against his the way he’d kissed him at the side of Matt’s barn. He sighed, figuring he’d missed out on that opportunity now, though, by offering his lips to Franco in what had been interpreted as a disrespectful way.
But Franco surprised him by closing the gap between them, pressing Rico backward until his shoulder blades and butt touched the cold mirror. “Good thing I want to kiss you and am tolerating your impudent nature tonight.” He paused before adding, “I’m curious. Are you a power bottom too?”
“You know it, Sir.” That was totally how Rico identified. In the bedroom, he could be active, forceful, vocal, and sometimes even aggressive toward his partner. Lying there lifeless and boring during sex while his partner did all the work had never appealed to him.
And, from his experience, the men he’d been with enjoyed the challenge of dealing with an energetic bottom who was demanding and knew what he wanted.
“Thought so. While there isn’t always a correlation, given what a brat you’ve been tonight in a BDSM sense, it certainly makes sense.”
Did that knowledge excite or repel Franco? Before he could figure it out, the man lowered his face and pressed his lips to Rico’s mouth. Rico closed his eyes, reveling in the contact. He wanted to touch his Dom but decided he’d better not move his hands unless instructed to do so. Instead, he tilted his head to give Franco better access.
Franco’s tongue thrust inside his mouth, causing Rico’s pelvis to tilt forward in anticipation. The impediment of the cage momentarily reminded him that his cock wasn’t free, but Rico opened his mouth wider and pressed his tongue inside Franco’s mouth. Franco groaned and placed his hands on both sides of Rico’s head to hold him still before taking control of the kiss again.
Franco’s cock pushed against Rico’s lower abdomen. The full-body press made Rico wish he lay beneath Franco, under the man’s total control with his cock up Rico’s ass.
God, I need this man.
Abruptly, Franco pulled back, both of them breathing hard. Franco no longer made eye contact. Without another word, he unbuckled both wrist cuffs and removed them.
Were they finished for tonight? I hope not. Unless they were going back to Franco’s place to finish this in the man’s bed. Rico would be on board for that.
“That kiss wasn’t part of my usual submissive’s initiation package.” Knowing that Franco had been affected by the moment only made Rico lust for him more. Franco drew a deep breath and let it out. “What do you think? Is BDSM something you’d like to experiment with further?”
“Depends.”
Franco cocked his head. “On what?”
“On whether you’ll be my Dom. I don’t think I’d be interested in playing with anyone else.”
Franco stared at him long and hard. It hadn’t occurred to Rico that the choice might not be his to make. Of course, it would have to be mutual.
Finally, Franco said, “I think that can be arranged. We’ve only begun to explore all the interests marked on your checklist.”
While Rico would like more of a relationship with the man than dabbling in BDSM, this was a start. He couldn’t resist testing the waters with Franco, though. “Maybe we can play outside the club sometime too.” He’d never been to Franco’s apartment before. Did he take partners there to delve into BDSM—or sex? Did he have a dungeon or playroom?
“Perhaps, but there’s a lot more equipment here than I have at home.”
“I don’t know. That evil toy bag of yours seems to have more tricks inside than Mary Poppins’s canvas bag.” He pointed to the cage. “This lovely contraption, for instance.”
Franco reached inside his pocket to retrieve the key. “I suppose I have to release you before you leave tonight.”
“Otherwise, I might have a hard time explaining the bulge in my pants to Michelle and Gina.”
“There are more discreet ones no one would notice—except for you and me.”
The thought of another cage did not appeal. “Let’s put CBT on the back burner for now. I came close to screaming yellow at that point.”
Franco growled. “Why didn’t you?”
Oops. Good question.
“Honestly, I trusted you not to hurt me. Believe me when I say I’d have screamed red from the rooftops if it became unbearable.” Growing more serious, he added, “Speaking of which, I’m curious, Sir.”
“About what?”
“If I say red, does that put an end to our time together?”
“Not automatically. If you say yellow, I would stop whatever I was doing so we could discuss what you were feeling. But with red, I’d definitely stop whatever we were doing, in this case, I’d remove the cage. Then I’d assess how you’re doing and would have asked if you wanted to continue playing with something else. You always have the option of calling it a night whenever you’ve had enough. Remember, the submissive has all the control in the power exchange. Those new to the lifestyle don’t always realize that.”
“Good to know. I’d wondered about that a few times tonight.”
“I do think we’ve covered a lot for one night, though.” Franco unlocked the cage and removed it.
Freedom!
Rico looked on as Franco placed the offensive contraption into a plastic bag before putting it back in his toy bag. “I’ll clean these toys when I get home.”
He returned to stand in front of Rico, stroking his arm and sending goose bumps in his wake. “You indicated on your form that you wanted to try aftercare. We can talk more about your experience or simply cuddle—or both. You can get dressed for this part.”
Cuddling with Franco sounded nice. While Franco tidied up the area and cleaned the cross and other surfaces they’d touched with a disinfectant spray, Rico dressed and returned his tender cock and balls to the soft pouch in his thong.
Franco led him by the hand to the great room and stopped near the bar.
“Mistress Grant, we’re finished in room eight.”
The Domme nodded and looked toward Rico, gave him the once-over, before she gave a half smile. “He seems no worse for wear. You’re too soft, Sir Franco.”
Rico shuddered. Yeah, definitely not planning to let that woman near me—ever.
Franco chuckled but didn’t say anything more. He grabbed two bottles of water from a basket on the bar, took Rico by the hand again, and led him to a dark corner with a leather loveseat and stacks of blankets and pillows. A bowl of wrapped chocolate sat on a nearby coffee table.
Sitting down, Franco pulled Rico onto his lap. “Oh yeah.” This would be nice. Was he still supposed to refer to Franco as Sir? Better safe than sorry. He wanted to show him the respect Doms were due, doubly so in the public areas of the club, so he belatedly added, “Sir.”
Rico’s body melted against Franco’s chest. “Some subs like to have a blanket over them as they wind down from a scene. Would you like one?”
“No, thank you, Sir. This is nice. Your chest is warm and furry, perfect for me.”
Franco chuckled. Now that the scene was over, Rico felt brave enough to touch Franco without permission. He dug the tips of his fingers into the hair on his Dom’s chest.
I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
“I know we only brushed the surface tonight. Keep in mind that you can ask for a blanket, water, chocolate, or anything you need during aftercare, no matter which Dom you’re working with.”
“I’m not sure I want to play with any other Dom.”
“I’m flattered.” Franco stroked the side of Rico’s face. “What types of activities did you enjoy most tonight?”
“Flogging, paddling, having your tongue on my cock, despite its being imprisoned at the time.”
When Franco chuckled, the rumble reverberated through Rico’s body.
“Any problems with the restraints?”
“None, Sir.” He’d already stated his feeling about the cock cage, hadn’t he? “By restraints, I mean, I liked being cuffed and hooked to the cross.”
“Not so much in the cage?”
“Not my favorite, Sir.”
“Do you want to adjust any of your preferences on your limits checklist?”
“I’d like to remove knife play. Even knowing it was a…” What had Franco called it?
“Mindfuck?”
“Yes, Sir. I don’t know what I was thinking when I expressed interest in knives, but I didn’t experience any thrill from that at all.”
“Sometimes BDSM isn’t about the thrills. It can also be a way to face your fears in a safe environment.”
“There’s probably some truth in that.” Rico didn’t want to think about what might have happened if he’d been playing with a stranger, though.
“Anything else you’d like to alter?”
“Just make sure CBT goes on the off-limits list.”
“Hard limits, but same thing really.”
“What’s your overall impression of BDSM now, Rico?” He missed hearing Franco call him boi but supposed this was part of the transition back to reality.
“I enjoyed it—a lot. For me, BDSM might be more about stress relief. Time stood still tonight, and I blocked out the world for a while.” Only he and his Dom had existed. He paused a moment then asked, “How long have you been into the lifestyle, Sir?”
“In a serious way, not until I made the move to Denver, although I always held an interest in it.”
“I’ll probably have to put it on the back burner for a while, but I am glad I was paired with you tonight.”
“I enjoyed having this time together too. With our geographic separation and busy lives, it would be difficult to…play like this together often.” Franco sighed. “How are your cousins doing?”
“I’d rather not talk about it, if that’s okay, Sir.”
“Definitely. Just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s your friend talking to you now, not your temporary Dom.”
“Yes, Franco.”
“I’m going to be checking in with you over the next few days.”
“Really, I’ll be fine.”
“You may have some feelings you can’t quite understand after our play tonight. It’s best that I make sure you have someone who understands it to talk with you.”
“Oh, yeah. The person in the orientation gave me a list of things to watch for.”
“Good. You’ll probably be fine, but the more in depth you go into BDSM, the more intense your reactions might be.”
“Okay.”
“And feel free to call or text me anytime. I’ll get back with you as soon as I’m able to, if I don’t answer right away.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
They sat together in silence for a few minutes, Franco idly stroking Rico’s upper arm. As much as Rico enjoyed pushing back while they played, he adored this feeling of being cherished and cared for like this even more.
But he probably should head back to Michelle’s soon or, at the very least, check to see if they’d left any messages. He’d been instructed to leave his phone turned off and in a locker before entering the club, so who knew if they’d been trying to reach him.
Rico tried not to feel guilty about it, but he’d told them he wouldn’t be available for a few hours tonight.
“Thank you, Franco. I really needed this.” He almost slipped up and mentioned Angie but caught himself. Rico sat up and met Franco’s gaze before leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips. With lips tingling, he pulled away. “I’d probably better go.”
“We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Rico got off Franco’s lap and stood, waiting for Franco to do the same. Rico hated to just walk away but wasn’t sure how this parting company was supposed to work.
Franco stood next to him. “I’ll walk with you to the locker.”
They circled around the edge of the great room, not wanting to interfere with any other couples or groups. As they entered the lobby, the girl who had been at the reception desk when he’d entered the club earlier made eye contact with Franco.
“Oh, no. He’s come to deliver my spanking for being a brat earlier,” she said to the guy now seated next to her at the desk.
“Meet me at the bar, Barb. You can drape yourself over a stool until I get there.”
She clapped her hands with excitement. “Oh, goody! Public spankings are my favorite.”
Franco shook his head and grinned. “Brat.”
Rico decided then and there that he wanted to be Franco’s brat and would try to find ways to earn a spanking himself whenever he could.