Authors: Xanthe Walter
"
I always wanted to wait - to find the right
dom,
" Matt said earnestly.
"
And now you have,
" Karl purred, taking hold
of his hand and pulling him towards the table.
He pushed Matt down onto it, and Matt felt
himself tensing in anticipation.
"Here," Rick said, unbuckling his belt and
handing it to Karl. "It'll do instead of the rope
that's in the script."
Matt took another deep breath and tried to
relax as Karl moved towards him with the belt.
"
No bondage,
" Matt said. "
Not for my first
time. It's too much.
"
"
You don't trust me?
" Karl pouted.
"
I… I'm not sure.
"
Karl looked wounded. "
The experience will
be so much more beautiful if you surrender to me
completely,
" he said, trailing a finger down Matt's
chest.
"
I'll try, but, you don't need to tie me. I'll
surrender without that. Let me show you.
" Matt
slid off the table, got down on his knees before
Karl, and reached for his pants. Karl grabbed his
hands in a surprisingly sudden move that caught
Matt off balance. He wasn't acting as he let out a
startled cry, and then another as Karl pulled his
arms behind his back and wrapped the belt around
his wrists so fast that he had no time to process it.
"
Ssh, my sweet little sub. You know this is
what you really want. Let me play with you,
" Karl
whispered darkly in his ear.
Matt felt his heart beating wildly. This wasn't
about Ben anymore - this was his own fantasy of a
commanding dom taking him against his will,
forcing him into sexual acts that he wanted to
experience but was too scared to pursue for
himself.
Ben Harris - naïve, innocent little Ben Harris
- had more guts than he did. At least Ben was
putting himself out there and trying to get what he
wanted, whereas Matt kept himself locked up in
his own safe little world.
Matt shook helplessly. He wanted this
experience for real. He wanted to know how it felt
to give up control and surrender to a powerful
dom; he wanted that so badly it hurt. Karl had tied
the belt loosely around his wrists, but Matt could
feel the bondage anyway, constraining him, making
him helpless, forcing him to submit… and it was
too much.
"Ricochet!" he yelled, without even knowing
why, just wanting the feelings to stop.
Rick was by his side in an instant, and Karl
stepped back, looking bemused.
"Matty - are you okay? What's the problem?"
Rick asked, quickly untying his belt from Matt's
wrists. He put his hands on Matt's shoulders,
grounding him, and Matt found himself spinning
back to reality.
"What's happening?" Karl asked.
"Ricochet is his safeword," Rick replied. "He
wanted out of the scene. Matt…" Rick took hold of
his face and turned it towards him, trying to get his
attention. "You're freaking us out, buddy. What's
going on?"
"Nothing. It's fine," Matt said, feeling like the
biggest idiot in the world.
"You were doing great. It was spellbinding to
watch," Rick told him. "I completely believed the
performance; I was living every single moment of
it with Ben."
Matt wasn't surprised about that because he
had been too. "I don't need to rehearse this
anymore," he said shakily. "I think it'll ruin it if we
over-rehearse. I need to come to it fresh on the
day." He tried to imbue the lie with as much
sincerity as he could. "Thanks so much for your
time, guys, but I'll be fine with it. It's all cool."
He pulled away from them and ran towards
the door, ignoring their surprised expressions. He
felt so damn embarrassed - he needed to get out of
here, fast.
He ran back to his trailer, locked the door,
and sat down with his back to it, trying to work out
what the hell he was going to do.
When Rick had met his mom he'd seen
himself through Rick's eyes, and he knew he'd
come over as such a prissy little sub: always so
uptight, never going after what he wanted, always
needing to be in control and repeatedly dating
service-oriented doms because he was too scared
to face what he really wanted.
Well, he didn't want to be that person
anymore. He wanted to do something dark,
dangerous, and reckless. He wanted to experience
the same emotions Ben had experienced as Jason
seduced him. He wanted to shake up his life and
see what happened.
He got up, went over to his laptop, and
looked up the nearest kink houses on Google. He'd
only used the idea of going to a kink house as a
jerk-off fantasy before; he'd never thought of going
to one for real. It wasn't something that a sensible
person would do… which was why he was going
to do it now. He wasn't going to be sensible,
boring, always-in-control Matt anymore. He was
going to be someone else - someone who did wild,
bold, impulsive things and lived life to the full.
He clicked on a place called Fantasia, which
was a short drive away. The site's blurb promised
"a service tailored to your individual needs, taking
your express wishes into account," and Matt
guessed that was as close to being in control as he
was going to get. After that, it'd be out of his
hands.
He gave a false name and chose an
appointment time for later that evening, after work.
Then he then sat back and stared at the screen in
disbelief, wondering what the hell he'd just done.
"Is he okay?" Karl asked, as they watched
Matt run from the rehearsal room.
Rick shrugged. "He'll be fine; he's just going
through some stuff right now. This whole scene is
a big deal for him."
"He's not a virgin too, is he?" Karl asked
suddenly. "Like Ben?"
"No, that's not it," Rick replied, although
privately he thought Matt might as well be for all
the real pleasure he'd taken from his sex life with a
succession of dull doms who hadn't given him
what he needed. "He wants it to be perfect, that's
all, and he's putting a lot of pressure on himself.
He knows this is a big scene for his character and
for the show."
Having
met
Matt's
mom,
Rick
now
understood why Matt felt he had to be so perfect
all the time. She'd heaped so much pressure on him
about being temple born that it wasn't surprising he
took life so seriously.
"Leave him be for a while," Rick said,
knowing that if he went after him now, Matt would
feel cornered and come out spitting and hissing,
like a feisty cat. He needed time to calm down.
"I'll speak to him tomorrow." If he could coax Matt
into resuming their usual morning spanking routine,
then he might be able to have an honest discussion
with him in the immediate afterglow. That seemed
to work with Matt.
Rick spent the rest of the afternoon pretending
to be trapped down a sewer, getting dirty and
sweaty and occasionally being knocked around by
the bad guy of the week. He had a bad headache by
the time he got on his bike after work, and Matt
had already left.
Rick was so tired when he got home that all
he wanted to do was take a bath and go to bed. He
slowed down as he approached the wrought iron
gates in front of his house, clicked them open, and
was about to drive through when someone
appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his arm,
almost pulling him off his bike.
Rick yanked his arm away, trying to shake off
his assailant… and found himself looking at a tall,
dark-haired man with an old, familiar face.
The man grinned. "Hello son," he said.
There was a big sign on the door proclaiming
Fantasia - Kink House to the Stars
. Matt
wondered how many stars had actually visited this
place as he slipped in, wearing a baseball cap
pulled down over his face. The last thing he
wanted was for someone to recognize him and take
a picture of him on their cell phone walking into a
place like this. It'd be all over the internet within
hours, and he could only imagine what his mom
would say if she found out he'd been to a kink
house.
Matt turned off his phone so he wouldn't be
interrupted during his interview and pushed open
the door.
The kink house was tastefully decorated
inside - nothing like the dives they were often
portrayed as on TV. Then again, this was an
expensive kind establishment and not some seedy,
downtown place.
Matt was greeted by a receptionist and then
taken upstairs into a waiting room. He was only
there for a few minutes before being shown into a
big office, where a fat, blond man was seated
behind a massive desk. The man rose and held out
his hand.
"I'm Martyn Grable. You must Simon
Stevens?"
"Yup, that's me." Matt hoped his handshake
was steady and didn't betray how freaked out he
was right now. He sat down in the comfortable
chair opposite the desk, wondering what was
going to happen next.
"Would you like something to drink, Mr.
Stevens?" Grable asked. "Tea, coffee, water?" He
waved his hand at a wide array of beverages on
the sideboard.
"Water would be fine," Matt said, in a
distinctly croaky voice.
"Of course." Grable poured him a large glass
of water with ice and pieces of lemon and orange
in it, and handed it to him. "You're new to us, I
see." He beamed at Matt. "I always insist on
meeting every new client because accommodating
people's most personal kinks is a very fine art. I
view myself as something of a maestro!" He sat
down, still beaming. "And only by meeting my
clients personally can I ensure that they're matched
with the right partner."
"Right. Uh, good," Matt muttered. 'That's…
you know, reassuring."
"It is!" Grable looked at him darkly. "You
would not believe how many kink houses don't do
their jobs properly. I know we have a bad
reputation, but that's only because of charlatans
who don't understand that this is a very special
kind of work, and one must have a very special
kind of talent to do it."
"Absolutely." Matt nodded, his inner voice
wondering if it also took a very special kind of
talent to spout such total crap.
"I have that talent." Grable beamed at him
happily, making Matt's inner voice snort. "Yes, our
service is more expensive than most, but that's
because it's the best. I truly believe that, Mr.
Stevens." He paused and gazed at Matt
thoughtfully. "You seem very familiar. Do I know
you?"
Matt's heart thudded anxiously. "No, I don't
think so," he said, pulling his baseball cap a
fraction lower and sinking down in his chair.
"Of course, it's not uncommon for people to
give us false names." Grable smiled benignly. "I'm
not saying you did - just that we don't mind. We
understand that this is a very personal arrangement,
but I can assure you of your total privacy here at
Fantasia."
"Uh, thanks. That's good."
"I must assure you that there's no need to be
nervous. We are here to help! A lot of people
come to us to explore certain facets of themselves,
or to fulfill a need that they can't get from their
regular partner. I don't think of myself as running a
kink house, in fact - I prefer to view myself as a
facilitator."
"Right." Matt wondered what the difference
was. "I've uh, never been to a kink place before, so
I'm not sure how it works."
"House! This is a kink house! One thing we
are not," Grable said, his expression darkening, "is
a kink shop! We are absolutely not that. We don't
pay our staff to provide kinks for our clients here!"