Blossomed in Love (ManXboy)

Kinks and Punishment.

Marco

"Wait, wait, wait, wait hold up, I'm trying to understand. So you're in the dungeon with master Luciano and you didn't know that master Damon was back from his trip." He asks more as a question and I nod in affirmation at the story so far.

Presently I'm at lunch with Jamie and Chrissy, Jamie being Dash's boyfriend and Chrissy being... Chrissy, I don't know what he and Trip's relationship status is as of now. It's hard to tell a story to Christian because he randomly stops you to emphasize what you just said like a second ago. Jamie always says he has the attention span of an electric fish on crack.

"That's what he said like a minute ago Chrissy, now can you let me enjoy this story please?" Jamie literally begs Chrissy who rolls his eyes at him before urging me to continue.

I've known these guys for like two months now and we just clicked like we've known each other for years. Dash actually thinks the relationship is between myself, Jamie, and Chrissy and he and Trip are just the side chicks.

"So I get on the bondage table for a basic Japanese bondage scene, big papi starts at my legs and moves around and that's when I see him just watching. Immediately our eyes meet, he walks out of the dungeon and I haven't seen him since then, it's been three days now." I bring my vanilla milkshake to my lips and take a huge sip from the straw before placing it back on the table.

"I'm sorry who's big papi?" Chrissy asks, deep curiosity lacing his features.

"Master Luciano, all the subs call him big papi because..." I motion them to come closer so I can whisper it in their ears "He's really big down there" I gesture towards the private area "and honestly he gives off big dick energy." A look of understanding appears on their faces as Jamie quickly covers it by taking a sip of his fruit punch and there's a wishful look on Chrissy's face.

"Wait Marco you're too sweet and innocent for those kind of blasphemous words." He chastises me.

"I'm sorry Chrissy."

"Apology accepted my son." He says in a motherly tone and Jamie rolls his eyes before slapping the back of Chrissy's head.

"But how do you feel about the whole thing?" Jamie inquires.

"I feel great without a doubt, I did nothing wrong and I have nothing to apologize for. It was an exhilarating experience and I'll do it again." I don't know if I'm supposed to feel different but this is pretty clear cut to me, that was my first scene ever and I'd felt so at ease being taken care of and my needs being the first priority. At the end of it I felt so free and if I had to do it again I will, hundred percent.

"It all makes sense now, Dashiel has been complaining that Day has gone radio silent for the past two days and counting. That can't be a coincidence right?"

What? That's news to me and it absolutely could be a complete coincidence. I tired of thinking any thing could maybe be a sign that he's interested in me too, do until there's something straightforward and direct I'm not attributing anything to my fantasies. Anymore.

"Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?" Chrissy replies before taking a long sip of his strawberry milkshake. I can only imagine his agony in give or take thirty minutes, he's lactose intolerant and yet never learns his lesson to desist from dairy.

Myself and master Nate's six month contract had ended about three weeks ago. He's the best temporary dom I could ever ask for, he took care of me, listened, never pushed and even if he did it was the best thing for me, he taught me discipline, punctuality, self-happiness, and having fun even with the simplest things of life. We still have our dinner dates once a week and he calls to make sure I've taken my daily iron pills.

"So the whole thing with master Nate is over now?" Jamie asks.

"He was my temporary dom and now he isn't, our contract ended." I shrug in reply.

"So is he like you ex or something?" He asks again and not in mockery but in genuine curiosity as he tries to understand.

"He's just not my master anymore, I'm a free submissive." There's no need to overthink things like relationship tags and whatnot, it was and it isn't anymore. Our contract ended on a mutual agreement, on a good note. I notice the confusion still etched on Jamie's face " BDSM is not set in stone, it doesn't have to be a relationship and it could be. It could be just having fun or exploring kink, it could be a lifestyle or not depends on the parties involved."

"I don't think I'll ever understand the whole thing." He states after a while.

"Not with them hickeys on your neck you're not." Chrissy mutters sarcastically and it takes all in me to not choke on my danish. Jamie's eyes widen as he looks around to see if someone else heard Chrissy, but everyone seem to be minding their own business.

It's a nice day out and most people were at the park or having a picnic same as we were.

"Chrissy mind your damn business." Jamie smacks his head while looking flustered.

"But I am though, my best friends business is my business ergo I'm minding my business because your business is my business." I'm so lost right now that it's not funny.

"That's way too many businesses." Jamie mumbles and I release a giggle. That has to be the most rationally flawed logic I've heard in my life when I do make sense of what Chrissy said eventually.

"Okay we gotta go, my stomach is no longer agreeing with me." I check the time and it's exactly forty minutes from when we started lunch. His stomach is getting really good at this daily punishment I must say.

We take the shorter way home since it's like a ten minutes walk, Chrissy practically jogs in front of us as me and Jamie laugh our hearts out, soon he breaks into a sprint and I literally have to hold onto Jamie so I don't collapse on the floor from laughter. Why would someone put themselves through this punishment everyday? I would never understand.