Tethered Master Trent (MxM...xM?) | Random Updates

1. Mistakes

January 2015

The incident plays over and over in my head, yet I can't figure out what I've done wrong - if anything.

I take a sip from my gin tonic and observe the ice cubes degenerate into odd lumps. With the tip of my finger, I scoop up a piece and raise it to my lips.

Maybe I shouldn't have embraced that guy from behind. Fine. I should have noticed the red bracelet that signaled 'No Touching'. But he was such a juicy piece of ass, wearing only the Sub leather shorts and so youthful. Besides, it seemed to me that he walked about the club with Zach, looking for a Dom. So why not me?

The ice shard melts in my mouth and I reluctantly swallow the bit of water pooling on my tongue. I look around the dimly lit club and notice its sad-looking and quickly-thinning crowd. In truth, they're not sad but all exhausted after hours of sex. Except for me.

I didn't approach any Sub tonight because, clearly, I didn't feel like it. Many times I considered leaving the club for the night, but why give Aiden and his brat Sub the satisfaction?

Master Dominant Aiden has crossed a line by punishing me in front of another Master and that karate guy. Oh, the juicy piece of ass should have been the only one earning ten paddle spanks tonight. Not me.

So he doesn't like being touched, then he can damn well say so. Why did he have to throw me to the floor in the middle of the club with every Dom and Sub to witness it? And then, as if I'd actually harmed him in some way, he put on that act writhing on the floor, all needy and meek.

I sigh. Lately, it seems that's all I do. Sigh after getting into trouble. First, I earn two weeks suspension from the club and now, when I can finally come back here, ten paddles on my ass.

The last of my gin tonic tastes like water and no alcohol so I let out another sigh. That was the third and last drink allowed at the club.

Time to go home, I suppose.

I leave the lonely couch where I've been hiding all night and make my way toward the Dominants' locker area which is on the other side of the club, deep within, at the end of the corridor where the common playrooms queue to either side. Those damn common playrooms... Door closed signaled occupied. Door open - you can use it. But with whom? No proper Sub likes to be dragged into a room where every sex toy might have been recently used and improperly cleaned.

The popular perfect Masters have never even seen this side of the club and I'm heading right at it because I need to change and have no other place to do so.

Thankfully there's only a handful of people scattered about the couches, all too tired to notice me. At least I'm spared those annoying stares. The ones that say: 'We don't want you here.'

Well, fuck you all. I'm going home-

I see him knelt there, naked and serene. There's no Master around him. Perhaps the one he's been with tonight already left. And I assume he's been with someone because his knelt posture is sloppy like he's simply resting there, not at Attention or in Display. Maybe he's been parked and he's lost focus.

And there's that glazed look in his eyes and slight smile like he's recently cum. I bet I could walk up to him and... Before I know it, I'm already halfway to this pretty Sub.

Flawless milky skin and the slight contour of his muscles paint a nice picture of masculine beauty against the black background of the club couch beside him. Blond, shoulder length hair, a tad disheveled but in a wild and appealing sort of way - I want nothing else but to dig my fingers into those locks and direct his head while he sucks me.

Yet I'm sure this one will also turn me down.

My steps take me so close to this blond Sub that his face is only inches away from my crotch. I'm hard. I don't care. He can say no if he doesn't want to. For now, he seems to not even notice my presence, let alone be bothered by it.