2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
S loan’s body hummed, and no one had even touched him yet.
This was one of his favorite parts before any scene, the anticipation. It was delicious every single time.
When Meg had asked him to stay late today to cover for Pixie as the class sub, he hadn’t been feeling it. He had a six-pack of pear ciders at home and a new shark documentary to chill out to. He’d gotten laid earlier in the week, and yesterday’s Play Night had been a delight with Fin taking out some aggression on his ass, so he wasn’t feeling the itch to cruise.
However, the second he’d gotten paired up with Ezra and Kai? Fucking jackpot. Both guys had come to the munch more recently, and both had caught his attention more than once. Kai had Greek pretty boy looks, dark brown hair, light scruff, and a cleft chin. Despite him being new to the area and the scene, something potent simmered beneath the surface, which stroked his curiosity.
Ezra, on the other hand, was the opposite. With his black hair, well-trimmed black beard, and olive skin, he was every inch an Italian stud. He was a few inches shorter than Sloan, but the guy had the instant gravitational pull a lot of Doms did. Pair that with the ripped jeans and leather jacket bad boy attire he’d donned those few times he’d shown up, and Sloan had immediately been drawn in.
And now both of them directed all their attention on him. Yeah, tonight would guaranteed be good.
Ezra approached the front of the table, close to his head, and threaded his fingers through Sloan’s hair. The preciseness to his movements as he carded his fingers through lit up Sloan’s synapses, and he didn’t bother to restrain his moan.
“Go ahead,” Ezra said to Kai.
Kai’s hands, calloused and work worn, descended on his thighs, and Kai skated them up and down his hamstrings with a slow exploration. Sloan’s blood heated at the touch, and just as that consumed his focus, Ezra tugged at his strands. The slight sting shot pleasure straight through him. While he was always responsive to touch, the sheer electricity from both of them wasn’t as common. Normally, he needed a little more sexual stimulation for these sorts of reactions.
“Are you comfortable?” Kai asked. Lord, the boy was such a sweetheart.
“So green, babe,” Sloan murmured. “Touch me wherever you like.”
Kai continued to map him out, inching his hands higher and higher up his thighs. Sloan bit his lip, desperate for Kai to spread his cheeks open and touch his needy hole—stroke it, spit on it, what the fuck ever he wanted as long as it got attention. However, Kai routed to his hips instead, tracing along the seams of his jockstrap. The sensitized, slow glide of the touch made his skin spark.
Ezra brushed his thumb against Sloan’s lower lip, drawing it out again. “Nuh-uh, I want to see those pretty lips.”
Sloan’s throat bobbed. He wasn’t sure how experienced Ezra was, but the man was damn talented. There was something sultry in his voice, definitive in his commands, that lit him on fire. Being in the dungeon at Whipped put him in a good headspace, and even though he’d become a little more hesitant with strangers after Rick fucking Mitchell, these two felt pretty considerate and safe. He also trusted Meg with his life.
She didn’t tolerate shit from anyone, and she wouldn’t hesitate to eviscerate anyone who messed with him.
If only he’d been working here a few years ago.
Even though Ezra kept a firm grip on his hair, his other hand drifted to the side of Sloan’s neck, down the slope of his shoulders. Kai still circled the jockstrap bands at a maddeningly slow pace, and Sloan’s cock was hard from the sensory stimulation alone. Unlike a lot of the subs who entered into the kink scene, he wasn’t in it for the pain. No, he was all about the pleasure from beginning to end. He wanted to be used and defiled every which way, to get ridden until he couldn’t feel his limbs anymore, and he’d happily hand over control.
But heavy impact play? Anything harder or sharper than more sensory play? Not his bag.
“Okay.” Meg’s voice cut through his sluggish mind. Kai still hadn’t touched his ass, and he wanted to reach back and make him. But he loved being a good boy far too much to do so. “I’ll be handing out an implement to try. Each of the tops will receive one to test on their subs. They’re called Wartenberg wheels. ”
Sloan resumed settling into his floaty, happy place. He was an old hat at Wartenberg wheels. To be honest, being this comfortable with tops he’d never played with was a rarity, so he’d be getting both of their numbers after the class. While he had plenty of partners he played with, both at Whipped and in the scene, lately, he’d felt an itch under his skin no one could quite scratch.
“What’s the deal with these?” Kai said behind him, probably talking to Meg about the Wartenberg wheel.
“It’s a medical device for neurological use, but it’s got a unique sensation that makes it great for sensory play. Take your time and enjoy exploring it. Sloan’s an excellent canvas.”
Warmth welled in Sloan’s chest at Meg’s words of praise.
“I can see that already,” Ezra said, his voice a low purr.
Kai settled his hands on Sloan’s thighs again. “I’m going to use the wheel on you now.” Points to the newbie for not only giving contact first but verbal cues as well.
“And I’ll be here.” Ezra skated his palm down his back. Sloan rested his cheek against the side of the table, all but drooling. Kai moved the Wartenberg wheel, and the first pinpricks of sensation traveled up his thighs. Sloan let out a low moan. Fuck, the feeling zipped straight to his cock. It was a ticklish sensation, light and different, but he loved Wartenberg wheel play. Sensory play overall was his favorite, as so much got overlooked and ignored in lieu of some of the flashier kinks.
He was a hedonist by nature, and this ticked all his boxes. And these two men worked together like a dream, which was surprising, since neither had met before.
Ezra drew the wheel down his back, sticking near the pleasurable muscular areas and avoiding the bony prominences. Sparks burst through him at the dual sensations. Both men moved with fluidity and grace, and Sloan’s cock plumped out, even though his erection pressed against the table. His breaths came out a little heavier, and he began to sink into subspace faster with each stroke of the wheels against his skin. Between that and the casual touches and strokes from their fingers as Ezra and Kai handled him, he was already floating.
Filling in for this class had been a very, very good idea.
He drifted amid a sea of sensations, which was his favorite place. Whether he was getting gangbanged by friends or touched for an hour straight, he craved the peace that pleasure brought, the way it quieted his mind. How it helped him escape from the past, even for a little while.
“And now for something completely different,” Meg said.
Sloan groaned at the reference and lifted his middle finger. Ezra snorted.
“If you’ve never played with ice, starting with ice cubes can be a bit of a shock, slippery, and messy. I’ve got more tools to try. These are often used in facials and are meant to be chilled, not frozen, so you’ll get a much gentler cold play than the shock of ice.”
He settled onto the table again, ready for the next sensations.
***
Sloan had lost track of the time and whatever sensation play they tried. Was it still even the same day? Drool pooled at his lip, but he was too out of it to wipe it off.
Kai might be new, but he approached everything with delicious enthusiasm, and Ezra had a calm, cool competence that had set him at ease from the start. He owed Meg a thank-you for pairing him with these two .
His cock ached while his balls were close to release. Fuck, the only thing he hadn’t planned was a way to burn the lust broiling in his veins afterward. Maybe one of them would be up to tango til they were sore.
“All right, we’re coming to the end of the class,” Meg said, her voice glaringly loud. Did she have a megaphone or some shit? It roused him out of the hazy state of suspension he’d been in. “Take your time bringing your subs back to reality. Some might be coasting from the sensations, but others can get affected by the play and drop into subspace.”
Sloan had the feeling she stared right at him.
She wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t into a hard drop yet, but he’d been drifting in that direction.
“Hey.” Kai stroked his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
“Great, babe.” Sloan pushed himself up from the amorphous blob he’d become on the massage table. The urge to suck on something or get his ass filled formed an insatiable thump, thump, thump.
Ezra wrapped an arm around his side, helping draw him upward. “Easy there,” he said, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced down to the front of Sloan’s jock. His cock tested the fabric, and he was so horny he could scream. “I’m assuming you at least found it somewhat enjoyable?”
The tease in Ezra’s voice zipped up his spine like electricity. Maybe he could find some release tonight.
“Mmm, definitely,” Sloan said, his lashes fluttering as he settled into place. Putting clothes on would be such a drag. He’d be much happier if he could hole away in one of the rooms and get fucked. However, Meg wanted to get home to Tristan tonight at a decent time, since she only had the class to teach.
“Is there some sort of intake we do afterward?” Kai asked. His brows scrunched in an adorable way, and Sloan resisted the urge to reach out and pet him. Something about Kai was bone-meltingly sweet, even though he had the feeling more dwelled under the surface.
Ezra gave a half smile, which looked far too sexy on those plush lips. “Sloan, was there anything you didn’t like? Anything you’d prefer?”
“I loved all of it.” Sloan spread his legs, even though his erection bordered on obscene. Maybe one of these guys would take pity on him. Or both. Both would be good. “As far as preferences, you can learn that next time we play.”
Kai licked his lips, his pupils blown. He was soaking in what Sloan had to offer, and hell, Sloan would take him in whatever way he could get him. Ezra, on the other hand, simmered with his attentions, the heat bubbling there.
“That’s it for class,” Meg called. “I’m not hurrying you out the door, so take a beat to get dressed and settled before you leave. However, if you’re looking to unwind with other types of steam, go vent it elsewhere.”
Sloan rolled his eyes. Memo received.
He grabbed his clothes and made quick work of sliding his pants on and then his tank. He didn’t bother with the button-down, slinging it over his arm. Kai buzzed a bit with how he loitered around, but Sloan wasn’t sure whether he wanted more feedback on the session or was down for something else. Ezra arched a brow, the slightly cocky grin sinful. Well, he was clearly on the same page.
Sloan tilted his head to the side, catching Kai’s gaze. “You boys heading home? Or are you in the mood to fuck? I don’t know about you, but after that, I’m on fire.”
A flush crept over Kai’s face. He speared his fingers through his hair. “Uh, I-I’m heading home. Thanks for such a great class.” He patted Sloan’s thigh again almost absently, turned on his heel, and all but bolted for the steps .
Sloan’s eyes widened. “Baby bi or closet case?”
“It’s got to be one of the two,” Ezra mused. “Because with how he had his eyes plastered all over you, the guy was definitely attracted.”
“How about you?” Sloan asked Ezra. Around them, the other couples were gathering their things and heading for the steps.
Ezra smirked. “Out and loud pansexual, sweetheart.”
“So, about my offer? I’d drop to my knees to blow you any day of the week.” He wasn’t always this brazen, but at Whipped, a comfort surged through him that didn’t exist anywhere else.
Ezra wiped his palm across his mouth. “I’d fucking love to take you up on your offer. But if you’re looking for someone with a bio-dick, you’ll have to keep hunting.” Tension brimmed from Ezra, and Sloan wanted to soothe it. He’d always been a people pleaser, which had gotten him into trouble in the past, but he also understood locking up in the face of potential landmines.
“Trans?” Sloan asked. Ezra nodded, and Sloan relaxed, giddiness swirling through his veins as strong as ever. “Considering one of my regular play partners is nonbinary, I can confirm I’m happy to suck on whatever the fuck you’ve got down there.”
The comprehension landed gradually on Ezra’s face, but the warm gleam in his eyes and his broad grin hit Sloan square in the chest. If anything, he felt even more comfortable than he had before. Part of him wanted to learn all about Ezra and what made him tick, but the bigger part wanted to lose himself for a little longer.
“Sloan, I want to go home some year from now.” Meg walked toward them. He glanced around. Hunh, the place had already cleared out. Usually, folks moseyed slower after classes, but it was eight p.m. on a Friday night, and everyone probably had other parties or events to go to.
Or people they were going home to .
The pang hit his chest again, and he rubbed it.
“Fine, we’re leaving. Don’t wait up for me, Mom.”
Meg fixed him with a flat look. “You and I both know you don’t have a Mommy kink, so knock it.” She passed him a whiplash grin, all even white teeth. “But make sure to text me when you get home safe…son.”
Sloan shook his head, but his insides squeezed tight with affection. Fucking hell, Meg was one in a million. He’d never talked with the crew in depth about his ex, Rick, and everything that had happened, mostly because he hated being the asshole burdening others with his issues. However, Meg seemed to read his body language and cues from the start, and from the day he’d begun working here, she took it upon herself to make him feel safe. Protected.
“We heading out of here?” Ezra tilted his head toward the steps.
“Mm, hell yeah.” Sloan offered a hand.
Ezra slipped his in Sloan’s, the grip firm. Even though he’d just spent the last hour getting touched and teased to the point that his skin vibrated, the contact ignited him all over again.
“Come on.” Ezra flashed him a ravenous look, those dark eyes intoxicating.
A shiver ran up Sloan’s spine in the best way.
“Let’s go.”
Time to stir up a little trouble.