Chapter 20
There’s a definite vibe at Knox’s gym. An under the surface buzz of sexual energy.
I don’t miss the collar worn by Saint’s boy or the way they are aware of each other from anywhere in the huge room.
They must have a total power exchange lifestyle, because Saint only has to glance at his boy, and he’s at his side.
While it’s not the relationship I like with a submissive, it’s interesting to watch.
While Knox’s other two brothers are in the lifestyle, Royal is much softer, and Drake is the submissive.
I’ve only been coming here for a few weeks now and see the reactions of the other members; there’s a deference to the four men.
I’ve been looking into the sex clubs in the area, and only two of them are exclusive men only establishments.
I haven’t had an issue with mixed sex clubs—I appreciate the beauty of women’s bodies; I simply don’t find them arousing.
I am turned on by the smell and sound of hot men getting it on.
Bound and Flex are the two on my list to visit with a tour arranged at the former tonight.
Whilst I was offered a daytime tour, I prefer to see it when it’s in action.
The idea of retiring from fighting is playing on a loop in my head.
I’ve achieved more than I thought I ever would.
It was mainly the intensity of the training, of focusing my mindset after all that had happened.
It’s also been a punishment, to recognise how much danger I’d put myself in, and that truthfully, I shouldn’t have made it.
I wasn’t supposed to; Tyrone had set it up that I never would’ve never delivered drugs to DeVon.
I slow the treadmill down and walk through the cool down. The guy next to me gives me a smile and a chin tip. “I saw your fight last week, man. You really finished Manson off good.”
“Cheers, yeah, he was too busy dancing around to be taken seriously.”
The guy laughs and then looks forward again, getting back in his zone.
That’s the type of interaction I like. Just a simple appreciation of the fight, not of me.
I wouldn’t miss all the crap of the busty, fake tanned women pawing at me or the men wanting to know everything from how much exercise to what car I drive to whether I’d like to fuck them, and that’s both men and women.
An older man walks in and towards the office. He’s well-built and handsome. I’m surprised when he smiles at me and says hello. “It’s Maddox Levin, isn’t it.” It’s not a question; he knows exactly who I am.
“Yep, that’s me.” I’m friendly but can’t get a read on him, so I just smile and carry on walking to the doors.
“I’m Kip Foster, and this is my place. Has it got everything you need for your level of training.
My son Knox was into your kind of fighting for a while, but he loves this place too much.
” The pride in his voice for Knox is unmistakable.
Not for the first time, jealousy courses through me, because I could’ve had this too.
I was pig-headed and thought I knew best.
“It’s got everything and more than I need, sir. I’ve met your sons; they’re great and have been very welcoming.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything else. It’s nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out for me, and I’m more than happy to shake it.
I walk up to the desk at Bound and am greeted by a huge, black jacketed bouncer. He breaks his tough persona by smiling. “Maddox Levin,” he says, holding his hand out. “I’m Colin, a huge fan.”
“Thanks, I try my best. I’ve got an appointment for a tour.” I hand over my id and sign in the visitor book.
“Give me a sec, and I’ll call Aaron.”
As I’m led through the huge black polished doors “Have a fun night,” Colin says with a wink.
I’ve already had a long telephone interview with Aaron, so he knows my kind of dominance, my likes and dislikes.
In return, he’s given me a rundown of the things that go on here.
Like the nights dedicated to a particular kink.
From Daddy and littles to extreme hard core.
I’m not a daddy, and I don’t go to extremes.
I’m in the middle. I want to do very dirty things to willing subs, and I love to share.
“This is the main meeting area; the bar is on the back wall. The guys there are able to take bookings for rooms. If you want a specific room, it can be booked on our private website. The demonstration areas and stage are past the bar. No alcohol before a scene, and condoms are a personal choice. We have a strict testing policy and expect a clean result monthly. That’s the same even if you choose condoms.”
I’m looking around the large room. It has booths lining the perimeter, some small two seaters, others open and could fit around eight.
As I take in the décor, I come across a booth where the Foster brothers sit.
I didn’t know this was their club. I watch as Saint plunges his cock in and out of Noah’s mouth as he kneels between his Master’s legs.
He’s talking to Knox, who has Roman sitting on his knee.
Scrap that, Roman is riding Knox’s dick, rocking his hips back to front and rotating side to side.
Aaron notices my line of vision and chuckles. “You’ll never get bored watching those brothers; you will get horny though. They’re great and open to newcomers. Would you like me to introduce you to them?”
“It’s okay, we’ve met at the gym. They’re good guys.
” As if I’d said Saint’s name, he looks at me, taking in my appearance.
I’m wearing black trousers with a matching open waistcoat.
A smirk crosses his lips as he says something to the others.
Eight pairs of eyes look at me now, and some are curious.
If it’s anything to go by, Royal’s smile seems to accept me being here.
Saint is still smirking as he pulls his cock from Noah’s mouth and covers the boy’s face in cum.
Drake is curious, his eyes narrowing as he assesses me. He whispers something to his Dom, Finn, who nods. He’s the one brother that I feel unsure around, as if he knows more about me than I’ve said. I’ve heard Finn call him 007. “Can we carry on?” I ask Aaron.
“Of course. The demonstration platforms are busy tonight. There are demos going on most of the night.” As we approach the first area, the sub is strapped to a table by his hands and kneeling due to the solid wood humbler on his thighs.
The Master is rimming him, fucking his hole with his tongue and fingers, all while his balls are trapped.
“Very nice,” I say as the sub starts to sob, pleading to be released, to be fucked, to come. Exactly as I like it.
“Do you want to stay or shall we move on?” Aaron asks.
“Let’s see more.”
The whole set up is just what I need. By the time we walk back into the main room, most of the booths and tables are full, and I get to see more of the members.
Naked subs kneel by their Masters. There’s a corner with some Daddies and their littles.
I can’t stop looking at the booth with Knox and others.
Christ, they really play. Knox is sucking Roman’s cock while another Master, a huge black man fucks Roman’s arse.
Why do I suddenly want to be a part of that? I’ve had group sex before and enjoyed it, but this is different. I want those two men. How can I make that happen?
“What do you think? Is this the kind of club you’re looking for?”
“Absolutely. I can see myself having a lot of fun. Can we do the paperwork now?” I turn my back on my future with those two men.