La Maison 5: Darkness (Complete: mxm BDSM)

Arc 2 Chapter 7.1

"This isn't exactly what I was expecting."

Ellis glanced over his shoulder and grinned before he went back to shuffling through the multitude of shorts hanging in his wardrobe. He was already wearing an electric blue retro pair that seemed to be made of some kind of toweling material. And nothing else.

"What did you expect?" he asked, handing over an equally small pair in black cotton with white piping.

"Maybe a Dom? You know, a sadist?"

"I think Gray will say you're ready for that soon, honestly. I think he wants you to know what to expect before you jump in head first."

That's pretty much what Gray had said when Gabe had questioned it. It was fair, but that didn't stop him feeling frustrated. Because he'd asked, but Gray had still resolutely refused to use any harsher implements on him – Owen had thrown a query in too, because he was fine using things like crops and paddles on him. But Gray had insisted he wanted an experienced sadist to do it, because if it wasn't done right, it could set Gabe's recovery back.

On the plus side, the session after Owen had spanked him, Gray had introduced him to hot wax, and when Gabe had come without even being touched while the wax was being drizzled on his inner thigh, Gray had reiterated that he was showing clear signs of being ready for the next stage.

Except, apparently, the next stage was going to the club when other people were there, which, to Gabe, seemed both mundane as fuck and utterly terrifying.

"Do you want a shirt?"

Gabe looked between Ellis, who was semi-naked and glistening with some kind of oil, his defined muscles on proud display, and Kaiya, seated cross-legged on the bed, wearing black shorts with a red side-stripe, that looked like leather and came down to his mid-thigh, and a long sleeved cotton top.

"I don't know."

"You've been working hard on your arms, wear this one."

Ellis passed him a tight-fitted sleeveless shirt and he nodded. He had been working hard, using the weights under Ellis' careful tutelage. He hadn't been doing it for long and his arms were still on the spaghetti-noodle side of things, but he had to show Gray he was confident enough.

Kaiya pulled his sleeves over his hands, picking at the edges.

"You could wear something like that too?" Ellis suggested.

"Oh, no. I don't like to."

"You used to?" Ellis asked, but softly, like he'd realized as the words were coming out that there was a good chance it was something Kaiya didn't want to talk about.

"I- er, I have some scars."

Ellis stood straighter, his jaw clenching.

"John did something?"

"No. I- got sick. When I was still with him. Varicella? You know? It was itchy and I scratched too much and ended up with scars." He pointed self-consciously to his eye, and Gabe could see a small patch by the corner that he could recognize as a chicken pox scar, as well as another tiny one by his mouth. That might explain why he often let his long hair hang loosely, obscuring his face.

"He didn't take you to the doctor?" Ellis asked, still looking angry.

"No. He said a good sub would just cope with it, and wouldn't scratch. So, I was a bad sub."

"Dammit," Ellis whispered, and Gabe stared in shock, though he got it – obviously he did.

"Anyway, I have quite a lot of scars on my arms and chest now. John said they were disgusting. I think it's part of the reason he found someone else."