Take Me Down The Rabbit Hole (BDSM | 18+)

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Aspen looked around in his bedroom after he'd unpacked. 
He was still feeling like he was invading Alan's present relationship, and he knew that Spencer wasn't too stoked about the situation, but when Aspen finally gathered his wits, the two men were sitting at the kitchen table, magazines spread all over the table. 
Uncomfortable, Aspen cleared his throat and Alan turned, smiling. "Done unpacking?" 
"Yes, Master." 
"Good boy. Come, sit." 
Alan ran a hand through Spencer's hair affectionately before getting up and getting a mug for Aspen. Spencer glanced at him and wordlessly pushed a plate with cookies across the table towards him. 
Aspen sat, hesitantly reaching for a cookie. 
Alan sat the mug down on the table in front of him. 
"Thanks," Aspen mumbled, and Alan smiled at him once more before he sat back in his chair and leafed through another magazine until he found the page he had apparently been looking for. 
"This one is my favorite," he said softly, and when Spencer looked over, he blushed profusely. "No," he argued, and Alan chuckled, sliding the magazine towards Aspen - on the page, Spencer was modeling underwear, and Aspen could tell Alan was just teasing. 
"Not too shabby," he commented, and Spencer blushed more. 
Then, Spencer finished his tea and got up. "I'll text you when I'm there." 
"Have fun," Alan said, already busy with closing the magazines and stacking them. 
"I'll try," Spencer said from the doorway. "See you." He blew Alan a kiss and then, he was gone, the front door to the apartment shutting behind him. 
"How was your day?" Alan said without missing a beat.
"Good, Master." 
"Is that all?" Alan added patiently, and Aspen's brows furrowed. 
"Well, it was good until I had to ... I'm just very nervous about ruining what is happening between you and Spencer. 
"You won't," Alan said firmly. "Tell me what you did today. We're not getting up until you haven't finished your tea either." 
And so Aspen found himself giving as much of a detailed report of his day as he could muster, and when he was done, he stared into his empty mug. 
"Do people usually ask you stuff like this?"
Aspen shook his head. 
"I didn't think so. I would like for us to use the time we have right now to get you a bit more used to the intimate part of this relationship, Aspen. Just because there won't be any sex, that doesn't mean that there isn't plenty for you to learn." 
"Does that involve me ... getting naked?" 
"Yes." 
"Alright." 
Alan regarded him with a piercing look for a moment, then he inclined his head and stood up. "Come with me." 
The room next to the bathroom opened with a number combination, and even though Aspen had just walked past it about half an hour ago, he hadn't thought too much about it. 
The room looked almost like a living room - a lot cozier than Aspen had expected, and the only thing that stood out against the rest of the furniture was the bed. 
"I'm having war flashbacks to Fifty Shades," Aspen mumbled before he could stop himself.
Alan laughed. "I'd like to think I chose my interior a bit more carefully. Red is a jarring color. Come on inside so I can close the door."
Aspen looked around the room, only to find that Alan was right - there were no standing displays with toys or anything of the sort. 
"Alright then." 
When Aspen turned his attention back to Alan, his friend-turned-dominant had begun folding up the sleeves of his shirt. 
"Same rules apply here, Aspen. 'Yes, Master', and 'No, Master' are acceptable answers, and if you feel uncomfortable, you use the color system I spoke about yesterday." 
"Green for keep going, yellow for slow down, and red for stop immediately," Aspen mumbled before he added. "Understood, Master." 
"You remember; good. You see the tape on the floor over there? I want you to go stand there and undress for me." 
Aspen looked where Alan was pointing, and a lump built in his throat. "Yes, Master." 
"Good boy. Don't worry, I won't judge you in here. We don't do that at all." 
The lump only grew bigger and bigger as Aspen made his way to the middle of the room and started undressing. 
He didn't look back up until he had reached his boxers. 
"Those too," Alan said softly, and though the temperature in the room was nice, a shiver went through Aspen's spine as he hooked his fingers into his boxers and slid them down his legs.
"Good boy. Arms behind your back, and look at me. How do you feel?" 
"Cold, Master. And ... I'm very self-conscious of the fact that you're looking at me." 
There was silence in the room for a moment, until Aspen felt warmth spread through the floor under him. So Alan had heated floors. How convenient. 
"You'll get used to me looking at you this way, Aspen. It's always weird the first time, I expected no different answer from you, but I need to know what I am dealing with - just as you do. So I'm going to touch you now, and I'm going to ask you some questions. Is that alright with you?" 
"Green, Master." 
"Good boy." 
A moment later, Aspen felt a hand on his stomach, but he didn't dare look down at it for fear that his confidence would waver if he became too aware of what was going on.
"When was the last time you had sex with someone?" 
"I had a one night stand with someone two months ago." 
"And was that someone-?" 
"Yes." 
Alan hummed in response. 
"I bottomed," Aspen found himself saying, and in response, Alan's hand traveled down to his backside. 
"I'm going to need you to bend over," Alan said, and his nails dug into one of Aspen's cheeks. 
"Why?" 
Alan laughed softly. "I'm going to take a look at your," he started and trailed off, "arse. So be a good boy, spread your legs, and bend over for me."