Submissive Desires

12 - Filled In

The three dominants sat at the small kitchen table within the kitchen, they could all very clearly see the other three curled up on the floor. They knew what they needed to talk about, but no one was sure where to start. After a moment of them all being lost in thought, Osiris was the first to talk. "How has he been?" His voice was soft and concerned. He was hurt that his best friend left, but he was also worried for him. He knew how bad Ciarren was at caring for himself.

"He's been getting better. I won't lie, when we first met he wasn't great. There were a lot of panic attacks. We spent a lot of time reassuring him that we meant no harm. We had no intentions of a relationship, in the beginning, Jesper noticed off the bat that something wasn't right and it was easy to tell he was struggling. There were a couple of incidents..." Zareh trailed off as he stared at Ciarren. He wasn't sure if he should share what had happened. From what he had seen of the friendship between them, he knew it would be best to share, and from the look that Osiris was giving him he knew it would be an argument if he didn't explain. "He had a couple panic attacks over different things. It tools us time to figure out what his triggers were and how we could help him through them or to avoid them. There was never anything major that took place."

"So how did this happen?" This time it was Killian and he was waving his hand in reference to the two in the apartment and their obvious relationship.

"It happened mainly by accident. We went through the introduction after he accepted the membership into the club, but to do this we had to go through the positions." Zareh watched as both Killian's and Osiris's eyes widened. "When it came down to the positions, he warned us that the positions automatically sent him into a subspace."

"And he had both of you in the room?" They spoke at the same.

Zareh nodded at the two other men. His eyes flicking between them before shifting back to the boys. "I was surprised too, but he actually requested that I stay and allow for Jesper to lead the process. We went through everything and he did amazing. I've never seen a sub take to the positions so naturally."

"He has always taken pride in his submission and strived to be the best he could be. When we first got into the lifestyle he practiced the positions until perfection. There were many times I had to force him to stop because his knees were red and bruised and he was shaking. But he would always look at me and say "I want to be the most perfect boy for my master." and he would give me the biggest smile. Ciarren had always struggled with anxiety, making decisions, and overall caring for himself so finding the lifestyle was a lifesaver to him. Then he met Max..." Osiris spit the name out with disgust. "He practically ruined Ciarren. He became fearful and he never felt like he was good enough for anything. His confidence dropped tremendously. He wasn't eating enough. He stopped talking to us as much as he used to. Everytime I tried talking to Ren he would just say that everything is okay. That it was the one to mess up and he needed to become a better sub. He told me that he knew what he needed to fix, so everything would get better soon. Soon enough Ciarren believed that Max was the only dom that would ever accept him." By the last sentence, Osiris's voice was louder than he meant for it to be. He was angry just thinking about Max, but he didn't realize just how loud he had gotten until he heard a high pitch wine come from the living room.

The three men's eyes instantly locked onto the whimpering form of Ciarren. He had sat up with Jesper behind him and Milly to his side. He was staring at the three men with a trembling lip. "I'm sorry... for all the trouble and worry I've caused..." His voice was barely heard by the doms, but as soon as Zareh processed the sentence he was moving with purpose across the room. Ciarren instantly curled into himself, his automatic response to fear the large man. However, his reaction was short-lived as he was cradled into Zareh's chest and his face was pressed into the man's neck.